Mirabeau Bridge by Guillaume Apollinaire
Under Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine
And our loves
Must I remember them
Joy came always after pain
Let arriving night explain
Days fade I remain
Arm in arm let us stay face to face
While below
The bridge at our hands passes
With eternal regards the wave so slow
Let arriving night explain
Days fade I remain
Love goes like this water flows
Love goes Like life is slow
And like hope is violent
Let arriving night explain
Days fade I remain
The days passed and the weeks spent
Not times past Nor loves sent return again
Under Mirabeau bridge runs the Seine
Translated by William A. Sigler
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I braved the cold and breezy autumn weather of Paris and walked several miles in search of this beautiful green bridge; just so I could take this picture and email it to him with the caption
- I found the bridge mentioned in that poem you once gave and read to me. -
Love,
Lina.
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