by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

The tune
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FRE
I know a certain tune that my life plays;
Over and over I have heard it start
With all the wavering loveliness of violas
And gain in swiftness like a runners heart.

It climbs and climbs; I watch it sway in climbing
High over time, high even over doubt,
It has all heaven to itself -- it pauses
And faltering blindly down the air, goes out.

Confirmed with Sara Teasdale, Dark of The Moon, New York, The Macmillan Company, 1926, page 84.


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  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Un air", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website: 2011-02-13
Line count: 8
Word count: 65