by Pierre-Félix Louis (1870 - 1925), as Pierre Louÿs
Translation © by Peter Low

La chevelure
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG GER GER ITA
Il m'a dit: « Cette nuit, j'ai rêvé.
J'avais ta chevelure autour de mon cou.
J'avais tes cheveux comme un collier noir
autour de ma nuque et sur ma poitrine.

« Je les caressais, et c'étaient les miens ;
et nous étions liés pour toujours ainsi,
par la même chevelure, la bouche sur la bouche,
ainsi que deux lauriers n'ont souvent qu'une racine.

« Et peu à peu, il m'a semblé,
tant nos membres étaient confondus,
que je devenais toi-même,
ou que tu entrais en moi comme mon songe. »

Quand il eut achevé,
il mit doucement ses mains sur mes épaules,
et il me regarda d'un regard si tendre,
que je baissai les yeux avec un frisson.

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Peter Low) , "The hair", copyright © 2000, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Nele Gramß) , "Das Haar", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "Das Haar", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "La chioma", copyright © 2005, (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.
Line count: 16
Word count: 118

The hair
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
He told me: "Last night I had a dream.
Your hair was around my neck,
it was like a black necklace
round my nape and on my chest.

"I was stroking your hair, and it was my own;
thus the same tresses joined us forever,
with our mouths touching,
just as two laurels often have only one root.

"And gradually I sensed,
since our limbs were so entwined, 
that I was becoming you
and you were entering me like my dream."

When he'd finished, 
he gently put his hands on my shoulders, 
and gazed at me so tenderly 
that I lowered my eyes, quivering.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 104