by
Arthur Rimbaud (1854 - 1891)
Je m'en allais, les poings dans mes...
Language: French (Français)
Je m'en allais, les poings dans mes poches crevées;
Mon paletot soudain devenait idéal;
J'allais sous le ciel, Muse, et j'étais ton féal;
Oh! là là! que d'amours splendides j'ai rêvées!
Mon unique culotte avait un large trou.
Petit-Poucet rêveur, j'égrenais dans ma course
Des rimes. Mon auberge était à la Grande-Ourse.
Mes étoiles au ciel avaient un doux frou-frou
Et je les écoutais, assis au bord des routes,
Ces bons soirs de septembre où je sentais des gouttes
De rosée à mon front, comme un vin de vigueur;
Où, rimant au milieu des ombres fantastiques,
Comme des lyres, je tirais les élastiques
De mes souliers blessés, un pied près de mon coeur!
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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-Guy Bailly (1925 - 2009), "Ma bohème (Fantaisie)", 1987 [ baritone and piano ], from Trois poèmes d'Arthur Rimbaud, no. 2 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Rudolf Escher (1912 - 1980), "Ma bohème (fantaisie) ", 1970, from Univers de Rimbaud, no. 5 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Pierre Moret (b. 1949), "Ma Bohème", 1999 [ soprano and piano or harpsichord ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Einojuhani Rautavaara (1928 - 2016), "Ma bohème", 1972 [ men's chorus ], from Elämän kirja (A Book of Life), no. 2 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Rudi Spring (b. 1962), "Ma Bohème", op. 96 no. 7 (2018), from Livre de Mélodies Françaises, no. 7 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Pascal Zavaro (b. 1959), "Ma bohème", published 2006 [ medium voice and guitar ], from Sensation, sur un texte d'Arthur Rimbaud, pour soprano et guitare, no. 1, Éd. Gérard Billaudot [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Peter Low) , "My vagabondage", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2009-02-08
Line count: 14
Word count: 113
My vagabondage
Language: English after the French (Français)
I would take to the road, with my fists in my holey pockets
and a coat that was getting more virtual than real.
I would walk beneath the sky, oh Muse, as your devotee.
Wow, what splendid loves I dreamt of then!
There was a big hole in my only trousers,
and as I walked, a dreamy Tom Thumb, I would count out
lines of verse. My inn was the Sign of the Great Bear.
In the sky my stars made a gentle rustling.
And I'd listen to them, while sitting at the roadside
on those good September nights when I could feel drops
of dew on my forehead, like invigorating wine.
There, making poems amid fantastical shadows,
I would stretch and pluck like lyre-strings the laces
of my wounded shoes, with one foot up near my heart.
Text Authorship:
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Arthur Rimbaud (1854 - 1891), "Ma bohème", written 1870, appears in Poésies, Paris, Éd. du Mercure de France, first published 1929
This text was added to the website: 2011-03-05
Line count: 14
Word count: 138