Gabriella Swallow, Richard Bonynge and Sally Silver
Gabriella Swallow, Richard Bonynge and Sally Silver
Gabriella Swallow, Richard Bonynge and Sally Silver
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Ce qui sort à la fois de tant de douces choses,<br />
Ce qui de ta beauté s’exhale nuit et jour,<br />
Comme un parfum formé du souffle de cent roses,<br />
C’est bien plus que la terre et le ciel, – c’est l’amour!<br />
[3] Ma petite mère a pleuré<br />
Paul Barthélemy Jeulin (1863-1936), Paul Gravollet<br />
[pseudonym]<br />
Ma petite mère a pleuré,<br />
Longtemps, longtemps, de grosses larmes...<br />
J’en avais le cœur déchiré;<br />
Elle a pleuré de grosses larmes!<br />
J’aurais voulu la consoler<br />
Comme elle toujours me console,<br />
Mais je n’ai pas osé parler,<br />
Puis, que dire qui la console...<br />
D’où lui venait ce gr<strong>and</strong> chagrin?<br />
Qui donc lui faisait de la peine?<br />
Je n’ai rien dem<strong>and</strong>é, j’ai craint<br />
De lui faire encor plus de peine.<br />
Oh! ces longs sanglots étouffants...<br />
Pauvre maman, maman chérie!<br />
Qu’ils font mal aux petits enfants<br />
Les pleurs de leur maman chérie!<br />
Doucement je me suis blotti<br />
Contre sa poitrine oppressée<br />
Et sous mes baisers, j’ai senti<br />
Sa poitrine moins oppressée.<br />
Enfin sous ses longs cils soyeux<br />
La gaîté revint, quelle joie!<br />
Et qu<strong>and</strong> j’eus bien séché ses yeux,<br />
Longuement j’ai pleuré de joie!<br />
What arises at the same time as so many gentle things,<br />
What emanates from your beauty night <strong>and</strong> day,<br />
Like a perfume made from the breath of a hundred roses,<br />
It’s much more than the earth <strong>and</strong> the sky - it’s love!<br />
[3] My mother cried<br />
Paul Barthélemy Jeulin, Paul Gravollet [pseudonym]<br />
My mother cried<br />
A long time, big tears…<br />
My heart was torn in two;<br />
She cried big tears!<br />
I would have liked to console her<br />
Like she always consoles me,<br />
But I dared not speak,<br />
After all, what could I say that would console her…<br />
Where did this huge grief come from?<br />
Who was hurting her?<br />
I asked nothing,<br />
I was afraid of hurting her even more.<br />
Oh! Those long, stifling sobs…<br />
Poor, dear mother!<br />
How the tears of their dear mother<br />
Hurt little children!<br />
I gently nestled<br />
Against her unhappy breast<br />
And under my kisses<br />
I felt her unhappiness lift.<br />
At last, under her long, silky eyelashes<br />
Happiness returned, what joy!<br />
And when I had finished drying her eyes<br />
I wept for joy!<br />
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