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Professor Ciepiela Caroline Stern Poetic Translation April 14, 2009
Apollinaire’s Le Pont Mirabeau
Original:
Le Pont Mirabeau
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
Interlinear:
The Mirabeau Bridge
Under the Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine And our loves I must remember The joy coming always after pain
Come night sound the hour The days pass I remain
Hands in hands let’s stay face to face While under The bridge of our arms pass The eternal looks of the wave so tired
Come night sound the hour The days pass I remain
Love passes by like this flowing water Love passes by How slow is life And how violent is Hope
Come night sound the hour The days pass I remain
The days pass and the weeks pass Neither time past Nor loves return Under the Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine
Come night sound the hour The days pass I remain
Translation:
The Mirabeau Bridge
Beneath the Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine And our love I must remember The joy that always follows pain
Come night and sound the hour The days pass and I remain the same
Hand in hand let’s stand face to face While beneath The bridge of our embrace passes A wave so weary of eternal gazes
Come night and sound the hour The days pass and I remain the same
Love flows by like the current Love flows by How slow life is And how violent is Hope
Come night and sound the hour The days pass and I remain the same
The days pass the weeks pass Neither the past Nor love comes back Beneath the Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine
Come night and sound the hour The days pass and I remain the same