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Au pied de mon lit, une Vierge négresse fut mise par ma mère. Et j'aime cette Vierge d'une religion un peu italienne. Virgo Lauretana, debout dans un fond d'or, qui me faites penser à mille fruits de mer que l'on vend sur les quais où pas un souffle d'air n'émeut les pavillons qui lourdement s'endorment, Virgo Lauretana, vous savez qu'en ces heures où je ne me sens pas digne d'être aimé d'elle c'est vous dont le parfum me rafraîchit le cœur.
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- by Francis Jammes (1868 - 1938), no title, appears in Clairières dans le ciel, in Tristesses, no. 8, first published 1906 [author's text checked 1 time 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 Michel Bosc (b. 1963), "Au pied de mon lit", 1999 [ high voice, flute, and piano ], from Tristesses, no. 8 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Lili Boulanger (1893 - 1918), "Au pied de mon lit", 1914, published 1919 [ high voice and piano or orchestra ], from Clairières dans le ciel, no. 5, Ricordi [sung text checked 1 time]
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- ENG English (Faith J. Cormier) , "At the foot of my bed", copyright © 2003, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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At the foot of my bed my mother hung a Black Virgin. And I love this Virgin with an almost Italian devotion. Virgo Lauretana, standing in a field of gold, you make me think of a thousand crustaceans for sale on wharves where not a breath of air stirs the sleepy banners. Virgo Lauretana, you know that in those hours when I am not worthy to be loved by her, your perfume refreshes my heart.
- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2003 by Faith J. Cormier, (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.
- a text in French (Français) by Francis Jammes (1868 - 1938), no title, appears in Clairières dans le ciel, in Tristesses, no. 8, first published 1906
This text was added to the website: 2004-01-27
Line count: 10
Word count: 75