Under the Mirabeau Bridge the Seine
Flows and our love
Must I be reminded again
How joy came always after pain
Night comes the hour is rung
The days go I remain
Hands within hands we stand face to face
while underneath
The bridge of our arms passes
The loose wave of our gazing which is endless
Night comes the hour is rung
The days go I remain
Love slips away like this water flowing
love slips away
How slow life is in its going
And hope is so violent a thing
Night comes the hour is rung
The days go I remain
The days pass the weeks pass and are gone
Neither time that is gone
Nor love ever returns again
Under the Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine
Night comes the hour is rung
The days go I remain
Translated by W.S. Merwin, G. Apollinaire
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