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... Comme d'un sein ouvert la main arrache une arme Le remords déchirait mon cœur pour le guérir ; J'en avais arraché ton nom, sans une larme ! Sans me douter qu'un jour il m'en faudrait mourir. Mais le remords est vain lorsque l'âme est profonde, Le souvenir survit au courage envolé : Bientôt s'éteint l'espoir que l'illusion fonde, On s'écoute souffrir, plus seul, plus désolé. ... Ah ! puisque je n'ai pu déraciner ma peine, Et puisque ton regret sanglote encore en moi, Je souris à ce mal qui vers toi me ramène, Je chéris ma douleur, qui me parle de toi !
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 2-3,5 of the original text.
Composition:
- Set to music by Reynaldo Hahn (1874 - 1947), "La chère blessure", published 1900, stanzas 2-3,5 [ medium voice and piano ], from Mélodies - 2ème volume, no. 4, Paris, Éd. Heugel
Text Authorship:
- by Augustine-Malvina Souville Blanchecotte (1830 - 1878), no title, written 1855, appears in Rêves et réalités, in Poèmes, in Madeleine, no. 4, Paris, Éd. Ledoyen, first published 1855
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- ENG English (Garrett Medlock) , copyright © 2019, (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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Word count: 215
... As from an open breast the hand tears a weapon, Remorse tore my heart in order to heal it. I had torn off your name without a tear, Without suspecting that one day I would have to die! But remorse is vain while the soul is profound… The memory outlives the courage flown away. Soon dies out the hope which illusion melts, We listen to suffering, more alone, more devastated… ... Ah! since I could not uproot my sorrow And since your regret sobs again within me, I smile at this ache which toward you brings me back, I cherish my pain which speaks to me of you!
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 2-3,5 of the original text.
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Augustine-Malvina Souville Blanchecotte (1830 - 1878), no title, written 1855, appears in Rêves et réalités, in Poèmes, in Madeleine, no. 4, Paris, Éd. Ledoyen, first published 1855
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This text was added to the website: 2019-02-19
Line count: 28
Word count: 108