LE PONT MIRABEAU

Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

And our love

Comes back to memory again

Where always joy came after pain

Comes night, the hours sound

Days go round in which to drown

Hand in hand, face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our embrace

Eternal gazes, weary waves

Comes night, the hours sound

Days go round in which to drown

Love goes away like the water flows

Love goes away

Like life is slow

And like Hopefulness is violent

Comes night, the hours sound

Days go round in which to drown

Pass the days, pass the nights

Neither time past

Nor love comes back

Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

Comes night, the hours sound

Days go round in which to drown

Apollinaire, Alcools (1913)