The Bells (Apollinaire)

The Bells (Apollinaire)

The Bells
Alcools: Les Cloches

Anonyme

Apollinaire

Translation A.S. Kline

My gipsy beau my lover

Hear the bells above us

We loved passionately

Thinking none could see us

But we so badly hidden

All the bells in their song

Saw from heights of heaven

And told it everyone

Tomorrow Cyprien Henry

Marie Ursule Catherine

The baker’s wife her husband

and Gertrude that’s my cousin

Will smile when I go by them

I won’t know where to hide

You far and I’ll be crying

Perhaps I shall be dying