J’ai cueilli ce brin de bruyère
L’automne est morte souviens-t’en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps brin de bruyère
Et souviens-toi que je t’attends.
Il y a un poème à faire sur l’oiseau qui n’a qu’une aile.
(Guillaume Apollinaire)
*toile de Neil McBride
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Parlez vous Anglais?
Thank you for including my painting on your web site and thank you for linking back to me.
Is it possible for you to translate or point me in the direction of a translation of Apollinaire’s verse please?
Hello Neil,
I did my best to make a translation for you, though I usually translate from English to French. Here it is:
I picked a maiden of heath
Fall is no more alive remember
We won’t see in the land
The smell of time or a maiden of heath
But remember I am still waiting for you.
A poem needs to be written about the bird that has only one wing.