by James Joyce (1882 - 1941)

Language: English 
Our translations:  FRE
Silently she's combing, 
  Combing her long hair, 
Silently and graciously, 
  With many a pretty air. 

The sun is in the willow leaves 
  And on the dappled grass, 
And still she's combing her long hair 
  Before the looking-glass. 

I pray you, cease to comb out, 
  Comb out your long hair, 
For I have heard of witchery 
  Under a pretty air, 

That makes as one thing to the lover 
  Staying and going hence, 
All fair, with many a pretty air 
  And many a negligence.

Composition:

    Set to music by David Arditti (b. 1964), no title, op. 20 no. 15 (1998) [ tenor and string quartet ], from Chamber Music, no. 15

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  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2009, (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.
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