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Vous souvient-il du jour, de l'heure et de l'instant ? La nuit d'hiver était si pâle et désolée Qu'à peine miroitait au givre de l'alléee L'indécrise lueur d'un astre grelottant ! Et comme les taillis n'avaient ni chants d'oiselles, Ni vols blancs de ramiers rayant les clairs eaux Pour oublier l'exil attristant des oiseaux ! J'ai pris vos doigts qui frissonnaient comme des ailes ! Et parce que la neige avait mis ses pâleurs Aux arbres défleuris pleurant le long des sentes Pour évoquer l'éclat des floraisons absentes J'ai regardé s'ouvrir vos yeux, qui sont des fleurs ! Et puisqu'aux églantiers les églantines closes N'exhalaient plus le charme enivrant des parfums Pour devancer l'éveil des arômes défunts J'ai cueilli vos baisers d'amour, qui sont des roses !
Text Authorship:
- by Louis Le Lasseur de Ranzay (1856 - 1918) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Hercule Gilles de Fontenailles (1858 - 1922), "Roses d'hiver", 1902, published 1904 [ medium voice and piano ], under the name H. de Fontenailles; Éd. Oliver Ditson [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Faith J. Cormier) , "Roses of winter", copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 121
Do you remember the day, the hour, the moment? The winter night was so pale and barren that the frost in the lane barely gleamed in the indecisive light of a shivering star! And how the thicket had neither birdsongs nor white flights of pigeons striping the clear water to forget the sad exile of the birds! I held your fingers that trembled like wings! And because the snow had spread its pallor to the trees that wept, their flowers gone, along the paths, so as to evoke the absent flowers, I watched your flower-like eyes open. And because on their bushes the wild roses no longer breathe the intoxicating charm of their perfumes, to go before the awakening of dead scents, I gathered your kisses of love, those roses!
Text Authorship:
- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2004 by Faith J. Cormier, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Louis Le Lasseur de Ranzay (1856 - 1918)
This text was added to the website: 2004-12-05
Line count: 16
Word count: 130