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Trois Poèmes de Franz Toussaint

Song Cycle by Pierre Giriat (1886 - 1979)

1. Le Mirage  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: French (Français) 
Je m'étais endormi, et je rêvais qu'une caravane exténuée 
traversait un désert, où je la guidais. 
Et qu'un fabuleux mirage surgissait devant nous, 
et que ce mirage était  toi-même, avec les lacs de tes yeux et 
les vergers de ton corps. 
Et que tu t'élançais vers moi, et que  mes compagnons, 
désespérés, se couchaient pour mourir. 
Je viens de prononcer ton nom, afin  de recommencer ce rêve... 
Hélas! on ne voit jamais deux fois le même mirage.

Text Authorship:

  • by Franz Toussaint (1879 - 1955), "Mirage", appears in Le jardin des caresses, no. 14, Paris, Éd. H. Piazza, first published 1911

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Confirmed with Franz Toussaint, Le jardin des caresses, L'édition d'Art H. Piazza, p.19


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2. L'Heure tranquille  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: French (Français) 
Voici l'heure tranquille où les troupeaux s'acheminent vers le puits
Le jour décroît.
J'attends ma bien-aimée, étendu sur les coussins qui gardaient 
l'empreinte de son corps . 
En signal , j'ai posé sur la fenêtre un vase 
dans lequel trempe la tige d'une rose . 
Cette rose se détache au sommet d'une colline bleue.

Text Authorship:

  • by Franz Toussaint (1879 - 1955), "L'heure tranquille", appears in Le jardin des caresses, no. 6, Paris, Éd. Piazza

Based on:

  • a text in Arabic (العربية) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist  [text unavailable]
    • Go to the text page.

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Confirmed with Franz Toussaint, Le jardin des caresses, Paris : H. Piazza, 1919


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3. Il jaillit d'un bassin...

Language: French (Français) 
Il jaillit d'un bassin
 . . . . . . . . . .

— The rest of this text is not
currently in the database but will be
added as soon as we obtain it. —

Text Authorship:

  • by Franz Toussaint (1879 - 1955)

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