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I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams; White woman that passion has worn As the tide wears the dove-gray sands, And with heart more old than the horn That is brimmed from the pale fire of time: White woman with numberless dreams I bring you my passionate rhyme.
Confirmed with W. B. Yeats, Later Poems, Macmillan and Co., London, 1926, page 22.
Authorship:
- by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939), "A Poet to His Beloved", appears in The Wind among the reeds [author's text checked 2 times 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 Lowell Liebermann (b. 1961), "A poet to his beloved", op. 40 no. 1 (1993) [ tenor, flute, string quartet, and piano ], from A Poet to His Beloved, no. 1 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Paul Schwartz (b. 1907), "A Poet to His Beloved", 1945 [ high voice or medium voice and piano ], from A Poet to His Beloved [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Un poète à sa bien-aimée", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-20
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Word count: 53
Dans mes mains révérencieuses, je t'apporte Les livres de mes innombrables rêves ; Blanche femme que la passion a usée Comme la marée use les sables gris tourterelle Et au cœur plus vieux que la corne, Submergé par le pâle feu du temps : Blanche femme aux innombrables rêves, Je t'apporte mes vers passionnés.
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- Translation from English to French (Français) copyright © 2015 by Pierre Mathé, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in English by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939), "A Poet to His Beloved", appears in The Wind among the reeds
This text was added to the website: 2015-12-27
Line count: 8
Word count: 54