by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
Translation © by Guy Laffaille

Dear March, come in!
Language: English 
Available translation(s): CAT FRE GER ITA
Dear March, come in!
How glad I am!
I looked for you before.
Put down your hat -
You must have walked -
How out of breath you are!
Dear March, how are you?
And the rest?
Did you leave Nature well?
Oh, March, come right upstairs with me,
I have so much to tell!

I got your letter, and the bird's;
The maples never knew
That you were coming, - I declare,
How red their faces grew!
But, March, forgive me -
And all those hills
You left for me to hue,
There was no purple suitable,
You took it all with you.

Who knocks? that April?
Lock the door!
I will not be pursued!
He stayed away a year, to call
When I am occupied.
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come,
[That]1 blame is just as dear as praise
And praise as mere as blame.

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title 1: "Cher Mars, entre!", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , title 1: "Març estimat, entra!", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:26
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Word count: 152

Cher Mars, entre!
Language: French (Français)  after the English 
Cher Mars, entre !
Comme je suis contente !
Je t'espérais avant.
Pose ton chapeau
Tu as dû marcher
Que tu es essoufflé.
Cher Mars, comment vas-tu ?
Et le reste ?
La nature allait bien quand tu l'as quittée ?
Oh, Mars, viens tout de suite en haut avec moi
J'ai tant à te dire.

J'ai reçu ta lettre et celle de l'oiseau.
Les érables ne savaient pas 
que tu allais venir,
Je dis, comme leur visage a rougi,
Mais, Mars, pardonne-moi.
Et toutes ces collines 
que tu m'as laissées à colorier,
Il n'y avait pas de violet qui allait,
Tu as tout emporté avec toi.

Qui frappe ? c'est Avril ?
Ferme la porte à clé, 
je ne veux pas qu'on me poursuive !
Il est resté loin pendant un an, pour m'appeler 
quand je suis occupée.
Mais les bagatelles semblent si dérisoires
Dès que tu es là,
Et le blâme vaut autant que l'éloge
Et l'éloge aussi peu que le blâme.

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Text added to the website: 2008-11-09 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:02:59
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Word count: 164