The Mirabeau Bridge
	
	Under the Mirabeau bridge the Seine
	Flows with our loves;
	Must I remember once again
	Joy followed always after pain?
	Night may come and clock may sound,
	Within your shadow I am bound.
	
	Clasp hand in hand, keep face to face,
	Whilst here below
	The bridge formed by our arms' embrace
	The waters of our endless longing pass.
	Night may come and clock may sound,
	Within your shadow I am bound.
	
	And like this stream our passions flow,
	Our love goes by;
	The violence hope dare not show
	Follows time's beat which now falls slow.
	Night may come and clock may sound,
	Within your shadow I am bound.
	
	The days move on; but still we strain
	Back towards time past;
	Still to waters of the Seine
	We bend to catch the echo gone.
	Night may come and clock may sound,
	Within your shadow I am bound.
	
	- Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)
	Trans. Quentin Stevenson