Nov 2015
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
In English :
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
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
In English :
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
Guillaume Apollinaire (26 August 1880, Rome – 9 November 1918, Paris) was a French poet, playwright, short story writer, novelist, and art critic of Polish descent.
Apollinaire is considered one of the foremost poets of the early 20th century, as well as one of the most impassioned defenders of Cubism and a forefather of Surrealism. He is credited for coining the term Cubism (1911) to describe the new art movement, the term "Orphism" (1912), and the term "Surrealism" (1917) to describe the works of Erik Satie.
This poem functions as a touching record of the end of Apollinaire's long love affair with Marie Laurencin.
Apollinaire is considered one of the foremost poets of the early 20th century, as well as one of the most impassioned defenders of Cubism and a forefather of Surrealism. He is credited for coining the term Cubism (1911) to describe the new art movement, the term "Orphism" (1912), and the term "Surrealism" (1917) to describe the works of Erik Satie.
This poem functions as a touching record of the end of Apollinaire's long love affair with Marie Laurencin.
