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30 -- LA FLUTE DE PAN

Pour le jour des Hyacinthies, il m'a donne
une syrinx faite de roseaux bien tailles,
unis avec de la blanche cire qui est douce a
mes levres comme du miel.

Il m'apprend a jouer, assise sur ses genoux;
mais je suis un peu tremblante. Il en joue
apres moi, si doucement que je l'entends a
peine.

Nous n'avons rien a nous dire, tant nous
sommes pres l'un de l'autre; mais nos chansons
veulent se repondre, et tour a tour nos
bouches s'unissent sur la flute.

Il est tard, voici le chant des grenouilles
vertes qui commence avec la nuit. Ma mere ne
croira jamais que je suis restee si longtemps
a chercher ma ceinture perdue.

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Posted by Annie (Member # 295) on :
 
For the Day of Hyacinths, (?) he gave me
A syrinx (some element of panpipes?) made of well-made reeds
Joined with white wax that was soft on
My lips like honey.

He taught me to play, seated on his knees,
But I trembled a little. He played it
After me, so softly that I could hardly hear.

We had nothing to say to one another, for we
Were so close to one another, but our songs
Wanted to be answered, and by and by our mouths
Would unite on the flute.

It was late, listen to the song of the green frogs
That begins with the night. My mother won't
Believe that I stayed here so long
Looking for my lost belt.

[ June 15, 2004, 07:20 PM: Message edited by: Annie ]
 

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Posted by Annie (Member # 295) on :
 
That's really cute. Makes me want to buy Hummel figurines.
 

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Posted by Bob_Scopatz (Member # 1227) on :
 
I'm pretty sure that's an Ozzy Ozborne lyric.
 

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