Friday Bridge Blogging | 18 comments (18 topical, editorial, 0 hidden)

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Les mains dans les mains restons face à face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des éternels regards l'onde si lasse

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante
L'amour s'en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l'Espérance est violente

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Passent les jours et passent les semaines
Ni temps passé
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Guillaume Apollinaire

Un roi sans divertissement est un homme plein de misères

by linca (antonin POINT lucas AROBASE gmail.com) on Fri Oct 28th, 2005 at 10:06:25 AM EST

Re: A famous French poem (none / 0)

and a nicely decorated bridge at that - however, my french is rather rusty, eh, none existant...

however what a European Guillaume was:

Guillaume Apollinaris de Kostrowitzky kept his origin secret, but he was probably born in Rome as the illegitimate son of a Polish adventurer called Angelica de Kostrowitzky, a rebellious Polish girl. His father was possibly a Swiss-Italian aristocrat, Francesco Flugi d'Aspermont. He disappeared early from Apollinaire's life, and the future poet was raised by his gambling mother in Italy, in Monaco, on the French Riviera, and in Paris. In his youth Apollinaire assumed the identity of a Russian prince. He received a French education at the Collège Saint-Charles in Monaco, and afterwards in schools in Cannes and Nice. During the summer of 1899 he traveled in the Ardennes region of Belgium.

then he lived in Germany and then he moved to France from here

by PeWi on Fri Oct 28th, 2005 at 11:05:32 AM EST
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Re: A famous French poem (none / 1)

Quick translation:

Under the Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine,
And it has to be that
I'm reminded of our love
Joy always came after pain.
Comes the night, rings the hour
The days go by, I remain.
Hand in hand let's stay face to face
While beneath
The bridge of our arms passes
The weary wave of eternal gazes
Comes the night etc
Love goes away like this flowing water
Love goes away
How life is slow
And how hope is violent
Comes the night etc
Pass the days and pass the weeks
Nor past time
Nor love return
Under the Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine.
Comes the night, rings the hour,
The days go by, I remain.