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Apollinaire, Guillaume: Hunting Horns (Cors de chasse in English)

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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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