by
Rémy de Gourmont (1858 - 1915)
Songe
Language: French (Français)
Available translation(s): ENG
Je voudrais t'emporter dans un monde nouveau
Parmi d'autres maisons et d'autres paysages
Et là, baisant tes mains, contemplant ton visage,
T'enseigner un amour délicieux et nouveau,
Un amour de silence, d'art et de paix profonde:
Notre vie serait lente et pleine de pensées,
Puis, par hasard, nos mains un instant rapprochées
Inclineraient nos coeurs aux caresses profondes,
Et les jours passeraient, aussi beaux que des songes,
Dans la demi clarté d'une soirée d'automne,
Et nous diront tout bas, car le bonheur étonne:
Les jours d'amour sont doux quand la vie est un songe.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Anatoly Nikolayevich Aleksandrov (1888 - 1982), "Songe", op. 11 no. 2 (1916) [medium voice and piano], from Deux Poésies de Remy de Gourmont = Два стихотворения (Dva stikotvorenija), no. 2. [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
- by André Caplet (1879 - 1925), "Songe", 1917, published 1918 [medium voice and piano], from Le vieux coffret, no. 1, Éd. Durand [ sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Laura Prichard) , "Dream", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 94
Dream
Language: English after the French (Français)
I would like to transport you into a new world
Among other houses and other landscapes
and there, kissing your hands, contemplating your face,
Teach you a love delicious and new,
A love of silence, of art and of profound peace:
Our life would be slow and full of thoughts,
Then, by chance, our hands clasping in an instant
Might incline our hearts to profound caresses,
And the days would pass, as beautiful as the dreams,
In the half light of an autumn evening,
And we would keep our voices low, because happiness can be surprised:
The days of love are sweet when life is a dream.
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