by
François Coppée (1842 - 1908)
Pitié des choses
Language: French (Français)
Available translation(s): ENG
La douleur aiguise les sens;
- Hélas! ma mignonne est partie! -
Et dans la nature je sens
Une secrète sympathie.
Je sens que les nids querelleurs
Par égard pour moi se contraignent,
Que je fais de la peine aux fleurs
Et que les étoiles me plaignent.
La fauvette semble en effet
De son chant joyeux avoir honte,
Le lys sait le mal qu'il me fait,
Et l'étoile aussi s'en rend compte.
En eux j'entends, respire et vois
La chère absente, et je regrette
Ses yeux, son haleine et sa voix,
Qui sont astres, lys et fauvette.
Confirmed with Oeuvres Complètes de François Coppée Paris L. Hébert 1885 Poésies - Tome II pp. 299-300
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 Paul-Charles-Marie Curet (1848 - 1917), as Paul Charles Marie Puget, "Pitié des choses" [ high voice and piano ], from Poème de l'absence, no. 1, Paris, Éd. Vve. E. Girod [sung text not yet checked]
- by Jenő Hubay (1858 - 1937), "Pitié des choses", op. 71 no. 2 [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Henri Marteau (1874 - 1934), "Pitié des choses", op. 19b no. 7 (c1917) [ voice and piano ], from Huit Mélodies pour chant avec accompagnement de piano, no. 7 [sung text not yet checked]
- by André Naudier , "Pitié des choses", <<1910 [ medium voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Michael Berridge) , "The pity of the things around me", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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The pity of the things around me
Language: English  after the French (Français)
Pain sharpens the senses,
– Alas! my darling is gone! –
and in Nature I sense
a secret sympathy.
I am aware that the quarrelsome nests
restrain themselves from respect for me,
that I make the flowers feel sorry for me
and that the stars mourn for me.
The whitethroat seems truly ashamed
of her joyful song,
the lily knows the harm it does me
and the star takes note of it too.
In them I hear, breathe and see
the absent beloved, and I regret losing
her eyes, her breath and her voice
that are stars, lily and whitethroat.
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This text was added to the website: 2020-01-11
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