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by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896)
Translation by Bergen Weeks Applegate (b. 1865)

Comme un vol criard d'oiseaux en émoi
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): HUN
Comme un vol criard d'oiseaux en émoi,
Tous mes souvenirs s'abattent sur moi,
S'abattent parmi le feuillage jaune
De mon cœur mirant son tronc plié d'aune
Au tain violet de l'eau des Regrets
Qui mélancoliquement coule auprès,
S'abattent, et puis la rumeur mauvaise
Qu'une brise moite en montant apaise,
S'éteint par degrés dans l'arbre, si bien
Qu'au bout d'un instant on n'entend plus rien,
Plus rien que la voix célébrant l'Absente,
Plus rien que la voix — ô si languissante! —
De l'oiseau qui fut mon Premier Amour,
Et qui chante encor comme au premier jour ;
Et dans la splendeur triste d'une lune
Se levant blafarde et solennelle, une
Nuit mélancolique et lourde d'été,
Pleine de silence et d'obscurité,
Berce sur l'azur qu'un vent doux effleure
L'arbre qui frissonne et l'oiseau qui pleure.

About the headline (FAQ)

Confirmed with Paul Verlaine, Poëmes saturniens, Paris: Alphonse Lemerre, 1866, in Paysages tristes, pages 61-62.


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  • ENG English (Bergen Weeks Applegate) , "The nightingale", appears in Poems Saturnine, in 3. Somber Landscapes, no. 7, Chicago, Ralph Fletcher Seymour, The Alderbrink Press, first published 1916
  • HUN Hungarian (Magyar) (Tamás Rédey) , "A fülemüle", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Poom Andrew Pipatjarasgit [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 20
Word count: 134

The nightingale
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
Like frightened birds loud calling in their flight,
My memories beat upon me with their might.
Beat on the yellow foliage of my heart,
That, like a lonely alder grown apart,
Mirrors its trunk and blighted branches wet
In the dull violet waters of Regret
That slow and ever mournfully flow near.
And then the troubled sound made by a drear
Moist breeze that mounts then slowly dies — so well
That in the end I hear from out the dell
Only the low clear voice celebrating
The absent Loved One — O so languishing!
Of that sweet bird, my first Love, whose warm lay
Comes back again as in the first glad day;
And in the splendor sad a glow where soon
Rises all pale and solemnly the moon;
A melancholy twilight full of summer,
Of silence and obscurity — no murmur
Rocked on the azure that the sweet wind sweeps —
Only the tree that trembles — the bird that weeps.

Confirmed with Bergen Applegate, Paul Verlaine: His Absinthe-Tinted Song, Chicago, Ralph Fletcher Seymour, The Alderbrink Press, 1916, page 59.


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Researcher for this text: Poom Andrew Pipatjarasgit [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2018-08-15
Line count: 20
Word count: 163