by
Paul Gilson (1904 - 1963)
San Francisco Night
Language: French (Français)
Chosen for Diff
Je crois qu’il n’a jamais fait plus noir que ce soir
où la sirène pleure au bord du monde en ruines
Mais la merveille vaut le prix du désespoir
Aussi profil perdu d’amour je te dessine
en aveugle et j’attends nocturne de l’enfance
que l’enchanteur ranime un oiseau mort de froid
Sans avoir révélé le secret de la chance
Amour amour toujours dans mon rêve à l’étroit
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Text 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 Jean-Michel Damase (1928 - 2013), "San Francisco Night", op. 26 no. 5 (1952), published 1954 [ medium voice and piano ], from No Exit - 6 poèmes de Paul Gilson, no. 5, Éd. Salabert [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Henri Dutilleux (1916 - 2013), "San Francisco Night", 1963, published 2002 [ medium voice and piano ], Éd. Alphonse Leduc [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "San Francisco Night", copyright © 2026
Researcher for this page: François Le Roux
[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website: 2021-11-11
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Word count: 67
San Francisco Night
Language: English after the French (Français)
Chosen for Diff
I think it has never been darker than this night
where the siren cries at the edge of a ruined world;
But the wonder is worth the price of despair,
And so, as a fading outline of love, I sketch you
blindly; and I wait, a night-creature of childhood,
for the enchanter to revive a bird who has frozen to death
without revealing the secret of the miracle
Love, love, always cramped in my narrow dream
Text Authorship:
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