Le Pont Mirabeau – Guillaume Apollinaire

Guilla4Today I post a poem that means much for me. I learned it by heart years ago. I’m talking about “Le Pont Mirabeau” by Guillaume Apollinaire. Yesterday night I saw a TV program about Pablo Picasso and his friend Guillaume Apollinaire, then I reminded this beautiful and sad poem. I just want to share it with my readers.

You’ll find the original poem written in French and the English translation.

 

Le Pont Mirabeau  (Alcools 1913)

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

 

The Mirabeau Bridge  (Alcools 1913)

 

Below the Mirabeau bridge there flows the Seine

As for our love

Must I recall how then

After each sorrow joy would come again

 

Let night come toll hours away

Days go by me here I stay

 

Let us stay hand in hand and face to face

While down below

The bridge of our embrace

Roll the waves weary of our endless gaze

 

Let night come toll hours away

Days go by me here I stay

 

Love goes away the way the waters flow

Love goes away

How life is long and slow

How hope of life can deal so strong a blow

 

Let night come toll hours away

Days go by me here I stay

 

The days the weeks are passing from our ken

Neither time passed

Nor love can come again

Below the Mirabeau bridge there flows the Seine

 

Let night come toll hours away

Days go by me here I stay

 

                                 By Guillaume Apollinaire

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