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Amie, souviens-toi de ce jour où les prairies étaient de pierre, où les vallées étaient mouillées par la lumière, où les montagnes avaient les teintes de ces liqueurs balsamiques fabriquées par des religieux. C’était au soir et je sentais que s’élargissait mon cœur vers la neige des hauts pics dorés, verts, et des pleurs montaient à mes yeux en songeant au pays de mon enfance, là-bas, vers l’air pur et froid, vers les neiges denses, vers les montagnards, vers les bergers, vers les brebis, vers les chèvres et les chiens gardiens et les flûtes de buis que les mains calleuses rendent luisantes, vers les cloches rauques des troupeaux piétinants, vers les presbytères doux, vers les gamins qui suivaient en chantant les conscrits qui chantaient, vers les eaux d’été, vers les poissons blancs aux ailes rouges, vers la fontaine de la place du village où j’étais un petit garçon triste et sage.
Text Authorship:
- by Francis Jammes (1868 - 1938), "Amie, souviens-toi ...", written 1888-1897, appears in De l'Angélus de l'aube à l'Angélus du soir , Paris, Éd. du Mercure de France, first published 1898 [author's text checked 1 time 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 Michel Bosc (b. 1963), "Amie, souviens-toi", 2020 [ vocal duet for soprano and tenor with violin, viola, bassoon, guitar ] [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Grant Hicks) , "My dear, think back", copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2023-01-31
Line count: 17
Word count: 151
My dear, think back to that day when the meadows were of stone, when the valleys were drenched in light, when the mountains were tinted like those balsamic liqueurs concocted by monks. It was in the evening and I felt my heart swell toward the snow of the high peaks, golden and green, and tears rose to my eyes when I thought of the land of my childhood, over there, toward the fresh, cool air, toward the dense snows, toward the mountain folk, toward the shepherds, toward the sheep, toward the goats and the guard dogs and the flutes of boxwood polished bright by callused hands, toward the raucous bells of the trudging flocks, toward the pleasant manses, toward the urchins who sang as they followed the singing conscripts, toward the summer waters, toward the white fishes with red fins, toward the fountain in the village square where I was a small boy, sad and wise.
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Francis Jammes (1868 - 1938), "Amie, souviens-toi ...", written 1888-1897, appears in De l'Angélus de l'aube à l'Angélus du soir , Paris, Éd. du Mercure de France, first published 1898
This text was added to the website: 2025-06-23
Line count: 17
Word count: 156