| The Mirabeau Bridge 
 by Guillaume Apollinaire
 Translation by John Irons
 
 
 Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
 And all our loves
 Why does it make so plain
 That any joy must always follow pain
 
 Let the night come the hour sound clear
 The days all pass I’m still here
 
 Our hands intertwined let’s stay face to face
 While far below
 The bridge of our arms strays
 The languid wave of each endless gaze
 
 Let the night come the hour sound clear
 The days all pass I’m still here
 
 Our love drifts away like these waters flow
 Love drifts away
 And our lives are so slow
 With Hope more violent than we could know
 
 Let the night come the hour sound clear
 The days all pass I’m still here.
 
 The days and weeks pass in a ceaseless train
 But no past time
 Or past love comes again
 Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
 
 Let the night come the hour sound clear
 The days all pass I’m still here.
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