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Apollinaire, Guillaume: Cors de chasse

Portre of Apollinaire, Guillaume

Cors de chasse (French)

Notre histoire est noble et tragique

Comme le masque d'un tyran

Nul drame hasardeux ou magique

Aucun détail indifférent

Ne rend notre amour pathétique

 

Et Thomas de Quincey buvant

L'opium poison doux et chaste

A sa pauvre Anne allait rêvant

Passons passons puisque tout passe

Je me retournerai souvent

 

Les souvenirs sont cors de chasse

Dont meurt le bruit parmi le vent



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Hunting Horns (English)

Our story’s noble as its tragic

like the grimace of a tyrant

no drama’s chance or magic

no detail that’s indifferent

makes our great love pathetic

 

And Thomas de Quincey drinking

Opiate poison sweet and chaste

Of his poor Anne went dreaming

We pass we pass since all must pass

Often I’ll be returning

 

Memories are hunting horns alas

whose note along the wind is dying



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Source of the quotationhttp://www.poetryfoundation.org

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