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Six Songs
Translations © by Grant Hicks
Song Cycle by Paul Hindemith (1895 - 1963)
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Ô la biche : quel bel intérieur d'anciennes forêts dans tes yeux abonde ; combien de confiance ronde mêlée à combien de peur. Tout cela, porté par la vive gracilité de tes bonds. Mais jamais rien n'arrive à cette impossessive ignorance de ton front.
Text Authorship:
- by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926), "La biche", written 1924, appears in Poèmes français, in 1. Vergers, no. 57
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O doe, what lovely ancient forest depths abound in your eyes; how much open trust mixed with how much fear. All this, borne by the brisk gracility of your bounds. But nothing ever disturbs that unpossessive unawareness of your brow.
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2001 by Grant Hicks, (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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Word count: 40
Un cygne avance sur l'eau tout entouré de lui-même, comme un glissant tableau; ainsi à certains instants un être que l'on aime est tout un espace mouvant. Il se rapproche, doublé, comme ce cygne qui nage, sur notre âme troublée... qui à cet être ajoute la tremblante image de bonheur et de doute.
Text Authorship:
- by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926), no title, written 1924, appears in Poèmes français, in 1. Vergers, no. 40
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A swan advances over the water all wrapped up in itself like a gliding tableau. Thus at certain moments a being that one loves seems just a moving space. He draws near, doubled like that swan who swims across our troubled soul, who adds to this being the trembling image of happiness and of doubt.
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2001 by Grant Hicks, (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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- a text in French (Français) by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926), no title, written 1924, appears in Poèmes français, in 1. Vergers, no. 40
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Translations of titles:
"Un cygne" = "A Swan"
"Un cygne avance sur l'eau" = "A swan advances over the water"
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Word count: 55
Puisque tout passe, faisons la mélodie passagère ; celle qui nous désaltère, aura de nous raison. Chantons ce qui nous quitte avec amour et art ; soyons plus vite que le rapide départ.
Text Authorship:
- by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926), no title, written c1924, appears in Poèmes français, in 1. Vergers, no. 36, first published 1926
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Since everything passes, let us make fleeting melody; the one that refreshes us will get the better of us. Let us sing that which is leaving us with love and art; let us be quicker than its swift departure.
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2001 by Grant Hicks, (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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Translations of titles:
"Puisque tout passe" = "Since Everything Passes"
"Puisque tout passe, faisons" = "Since everything passes, let us make"
"Vergers XXXVI" = "Orchards XXXVI"
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Word count: 39
Ô mélodie de la sève qui dans les instruments de tous ces arbres s'élève -, accompagne le chant de notre voix trop brève. C'est pendant quelques mesures seulement que nous suivons les multiples figures de ton long abandon, ô abondante nature. Quand il faudra nous taire, d'autres continueront... Mais à présent comment faire pour te rendre mon grand cœur complémentaire ?
Text Authorship:
- by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926), no title, appears in Poèmes français, in 1. Vergers, in 44. Printemps, no. 1
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O melody of the sap that rises in the instruments of all these trees, accompany the song of our too-short voices. It is only for a few measures that we follow the manifold figurations of your long abandon, O abundant nature. When it comes time for us to fall silent others will carry on ... But for now what can I do to make my whole heart a complement to you?
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2001 by Grant Hicks, (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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- a text in French (Français) by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926), no title, appears in Poèmes français, in 1. Vergers, in 44. Printemps, no. 1
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Translations of titles:
"Mélodie de la sève" = "Melody of the Sap"
"Printemps" = "Spring"
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Word count: 70
En hiver, la mort meurtrière entre dans les maisons ; elle cherche la sœur, le père, et leur joue du violon. Mais quand la terre remue sous la bêche du printemps, la mort court dans les rues et salue les passants.
Text Authorship:
- by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926), no title, appears in Poèmes français, in 1. Vergers, in 44. Printemps, no. 6
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In Winter, murderous Death comes into the houses, seeks out sister and father and plays to them on the fiddle. But when the earth turns under Springtime's spade Death runs through the streets and greets the passers-by.
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2001 by Grant Hicks, (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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- a text in French (Français) by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926), no title, appears in Poèmes français, in 1. Vergers, in 44. Printemps, no. 6
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Translations of titles:
"En hiver" = "In Winter"
"En hiver, la mort" = "In Winter, Death"
"En hiver, la mort meurtrière" = "In WInter, murderous Death"
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Word count: 37
Jamais la terre n'est plus réelle que dans tes branches, ô verger blond, ni plus flottante que dans la dentelle que font les ombres sur le gazon. Là se rencontre ce qui nous reste, ce qui pèse et ce qui nourrit, avec le passage manifeste de la tendresse infinie. Mais à ton centre, la calme fontaine, presque dormant en son ancien rond, de ce contraste parle à peine, tant en elle il se confond.
Text Authorship:
- by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926), no title, appears in Poèmes français, in 1. Vergers, in 29. Verger, no. 3
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Never is the earth more solid than in your branches, O fair orchard, Nor more buoyant than in the lacework the shadows make upon the grass. There we meet what remains to us, what has weight and nourishes us, along with the manifest passing of infinite tenderness. But at your heart the calm fountain, almost asleep in its ancient circle, speaks hardly at all of these contrasts, so much are they mixed up in it.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2001 by Grant Hicks, (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 Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926), no title, appears in Poèmes français, in 1. Vergers, in 29. Verger, no. 3
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This text was added to the website: 2025-05-06
Line count: 12
Word count: 75