Guillaume Apollinaire – Le Pont Mirabeau

C’est un de mes poèmes préférés…

Le Pont Mirabeau

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu’il m’en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine

Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure

Les mains dans les mains restons face à face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des éternels regards l’onde si lasse

Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure

L’amour s’en va comme cette eau courante
L’amour s’en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l’Espérance est violente

Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure

Passent les jours et passent les semaines
Ni temps passé
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine

Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure


One of my favorite poems

The Road Not Taken – Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

This is one of Frost’s most well-known poem, and perhaps one that is most often misunderstood by people. Now, I am all for the readers’ own interpretation of a poem because regardless of what we read, we relate it to our experiences. However, this poem is not about taking the less-traveled road. On the contrary, the two roads are the same. Many people focus heavily on the last line and assume it to be the main message of the poem. The title of the poem is “The Road Not Taken”. Simply put, the poem is about second guessing or even regretting and wondering about the choices we made. This dilemma is something that people have thought about “ages and ages hence”. We can never know for certain what could have or would have happened if we made different decisions. The only thing that we can do is “Carpe Diem”.


A look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start.

Your seemingly intrusive gaze speaks more than I can ever hope for. They say eyes are the windows to the soul but somehow, in some way, all I see is my mere reflection. Inexplicable. Inconceivable. Power that cannot be fathomed. I try to look away but fail miserably. Your enchanting, seductive, and irresistible smile has made me an insignificant insect manipulated by, and controlled in, the palm of your hand. I have lost. I have lost myself. I have become a lab rat in an endless maze chasing shadows and ghosts. Reality is drifting further away and I can no longer decide right or wrong, love or hate, which sounds romantic, in a weird way. So much to say, so little time. Unable to stay, unwilling to go. Mind, body, and soul, not sure which way I’d go. Waiting, and waiting. Wishing, and understanding. Will there be a happy ending?