| L'ADIEU | FAREWELL |
| Guillaume Apollinaire | trans. Cristina Viti |
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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 |
I have plucked this grass blade from the fens Autumn dies like leaves crumpled and curled Look at me through memory's lens We shall not meet again in this world Fenland grass smells like time and like fate And remember, my love, I will wait. |
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