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Lesbie, lumière de mon âme, m'a envoyé une grenade: maintenant je fais peu de cas des autres fruits. Je dédaigne le coing au blanc duvet, et la châtaigne hérissée de dards; je ne veux ni des noix, ni des prunes luisantes. De tels present sont assez bons pour le grossier Corydon. Lesbie m'a aussi envoyé des gateaux que ses dents ont légèrement mordus; le miel de ses lèvres en a augmenté la douceur. Je ne sais ce qui est le meilleur à respirer, du doux parfum du miel, ou de son haleine, plus embaumée que le thym de Cécropie.
Text Authorship:
- by Charles Héguin de Guerle , "La grenade", appears in Œuvres complètes de Pétrone, Paris, Éd. Garnier Frères, first published 1861 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in Latin possibly by Petronius (Titus Petronius Niger) (20? - 66) [text unavailable]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Louis Durey (1888 - 1979), "La grenade", op. 15 no. 3 (1918), published 1919 [ medium voice and piano ], from Trois Poèmes de Pétrone, no. 3, Édition Durand & Cie [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Peter Low) , "The pomegranate", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2003-11-09
Line count: 12
Word count: 99
Lesbia, the light of my soul, has sent me a pomegranate: and now I don’t care for other kinds of fruit. I disdain the quince with its white down, and the chestnut with all its spikes, I want neither walnuts nor shiny plums. Such presents are good enough for crude Corydon. Lesbia has also sent me cakes which her teeth have lightly nibbled; the honey of her lips has increased their sweetness. I don’t know which is better to inhale, the sweet smell of honey, or that of her breath more aromatic than Cecropian thyme.
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Charles Héguin de Guerle , "La grenade", appears in Œuvres complètes de Pétrone, Paris, Éd. Garnier Frères, first published 1861
Based on:
- a text in Latin possibly by Petronius (Titus Petronius Niger) (20? - 66) [text unavailable]
This text was added to the website: 2017-08-02
Line count: 12
Word count: 95
