Marée basse | Quand passe une longue journée

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by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

Translation © by Pierre Mathé

Ebb tide

Language: English

Our translations: FRE

When the long day goes by
  And I do not see your face,
The old wild, restless sorrow
  Steals from its hiding place.

My day is barren and broken,
  Bereft of light and song,
A beach bleak and windy
  That moans the whole day long.

To the empty beach at ebb tide,
  Bare with its rocks and scars,
Come back like the sea with singing,
  And light of a million stars.

Confirmed with Sara Teasdale, Love Songs, New York, The Macmillan Company, 1917, page 60.

Text Authorship:

by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "Ebb tide", appears in Love Songs, first published 1917 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

by Mabel Wood Hill (1870 - 1954), "Ebb tide", published 1919 [high voice and piano], from Four Poems by Sara Teasdale [
text not verified
]

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

FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title 1: "Marée basse", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website: 2008-06-04
Line count: 12
Word count: 71

Marée basse

Language: French (Français) after the English

Quand passe une longue journée
  Et que je ne vois pas ton visage,
Un vieux chagrin sauvage et inquiet
  Se glisse hors de sa cachette.

Ma journée est stérile et brisée,
  Privée de lumière et de chant,
Page morne et ventée
  Qui gémit tout au long du jour.

Vers la plage vide à marée basse,
  Stérile avec ses rochers et cicatrices,
Reviens comme la mer avec des chants
  Et la lumière de millions d'étoiles.

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Based on:

a text in English by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "Ebb tide", appears in Love Songs, first published 1917
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This text was added to the website: 2015-10-13
Line count: 12
Word count: 74