Under Mirabeau bridge runs the Seine
And our loves
Must I remember them
Joy came always after pain
Let arriving night explain
Days fade I remain
Arm in arm let us stay face to face
While below
The bridge at our hands passes
With eternal regards the wave so slow
Let arriving night explain
Days fade I remain
Love goes like the water flows
Love goes
Like life is slow
And like hope is violent
Let arriving night explain
Days fade I remain
The days passed and the weeks spent
Not times past
Nor loves sent return again
Under Mirabeau bridge runs the Seine.
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From guest William A Sigler (contact)
My original translation has been changed and hopelessly botched by tin ears not once but two times here. I've posted the actual translation here:
http://billsigler.blogspot.com/2008/11/mirabeau-bridge.html
Thanks.
Poem now shown as Mr Sigler's version - Oldpoetry -
"Love goes like this water flows
Love goes
Like life is slow
And like hope is violent"
Although it's the translated form still it's very sweet N powerful__ very pure N imaginative__ beauty!!!
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