Vintage verse – The Mirabeau Bridge by Guillaume Apollinaire

The Mirabeau Bridge

Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
. . . . . . . .And all our loves
. . . .Why does it make so plain
That any joy must always follow pain

. . . . . . . .Let the night come the hour sound clear
. . . . . . . .The days all pass I’m still here

Our hands intertwined let’s stay face to face
. . . . . . . .While far below
. . . .The bridge of our arms strays
The languid wave of each endless gaze

. . . . . . . .Let the night come the hour sound clear
. . . . . . . .The days all pass I’m still here

Our love drifts away like these waters flow
. . . . . . . .Love drifts away
. . . .And our lives are so slow
With Hope more violent than we could know

. . . . . . . .Let the night come the hour sound clear
. . . . . . . .The days all pass I’m still here.

The days and weeks pass in a ceaseless train
. . . . . . . .But no past time
. . . .Or past love comes again
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

. . . . . . . .Let the night come the hour sound clear
. . . . . . . .The days all pass I’m still here.

by Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)

Translation by John Irons

Photo via Wikipedia

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