Votre âme est un paysage choisi
Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques
Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi
Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques.
Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur
L’amour vainqueur et la vie opportune
Ils n’ont pas l’air de croire à leur bonheur
Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune,
Au calme clair de lune triste et beau,
Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres
Et sangloter d’extase les jets d’eau,
Les grands jets d’eau sveltes parmi les marbres
Your soul is like a landscape fantasy,
Where masks and Bergamasks, in charming wise,
Strum lutes and dance, just a bit sad to be
Hidden beneath their fanciful disguise.
Singing in minor mode of life’s largesse
And all-victorious love, they yet seem quite
Reluctant to believe their happiness,
And their song mingles with the pale moonlight,
The still moonlight, sad and beautiful,
Sets the birds softly dreaming in the trees,
And makes the marbled fountains, gushing, streaming–
Slender jet-fountains—sob their ecstasies
a little note to this poem:
Maybe if you read this post, you should play Clair de Lune from youtube. If you like classic like me, maybe you’ll like this piece too. That beautiful ecstasy tone made me want to hear it over and over again. I don’t know, i feel like I was swayed by this marvelous piece.
Clair de Lune or Moonlight is a song that was composed by Claude Debussy. He was inspired by a poem by Paul Verlaine. As you can see above, that was the poem.
Those words got through my heart. And I wonder. If I dare trying to figure out what that poem means, I would likely say that it was exactly what Seven might felt all this time. All that anger, sadness, misery was hidden beneath a mask of happiness.
I haven’t wrote Seven’s route yet, but I can’t help myself from writing my thoughts of this poem. Thanks to Jumin’s introduction of “Je te veux” by Satie, I started listening to classic again.
I love classic. If I could wish for something, let me hear those beautiful songs for the rest of my life. That would be enough. 🙂