le Bestiaire, ou Cortège d'Orphée
(1911, gravures Raoul Dufy)
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Belles journées, souris du temps,
Vous rongez peu à peu ma vie.
Dieu ! Je vais avoir vingt-huit ans,
Et mal vécus, à mon envie.
Mooie dagen, muizen der tijd,
jullie knagen stilletjes aan mijn leven.
God ! ik ben al bijna achtentwintig,
verspilde jaren, naar mijn zin.
Beautiful days, mouse of time,
Little by little you gnaw away my life.
God! I’m going to be twenty-eight –
wasted years |badly lived|, just as I wished.
Or, should we interpret the last line
differently: and badly lived, I fear, or to my regret,
or neutral: I think ? as other translators (CD-booklets)
IMHO: Apollinaire knew what he was writing.
Fond of ambiguity as he was, he likes to take his reader "à
contre pied". He even speculates on misunderstanding
à mon envie <> à mon avis. Lees maar er staat niet wat je
hoort.) Only (re-)reading reveals true meaning.
Poulenc, Deux mélodies (nr 1), 1956
the first of two songs written in September 1956. In honour of the
eightieth birthday of the soprano Marya Freund, a close colleague of
his youthful years, Poulenc returned to the Apollinaire collection
that had begun his song-writing career. He chose a deliciously
apposite verse for someone (himself surely) who could scarcely
believe how the years of his life (1918–1956) had slipped
away—slowly nibbled by the mouse of time. In my own experience,
having first performed this song long before the age of
twenty-eight, there was a distinctly Poulencian melancholy in
returning to it for this recording, well over three decades later.
from notes by Graham Johnson © 2013