In light of the missing supermoon of 14/11: slightly haunting and vaguely wistful

Clair De Lune

Your soul is as a moonlit landscape fair, 

Peopled with maskers delicate and dim, 

That play on lutes and dance and have an air 

Of being sad in their fantastic trim. 

The while they celebrate in minor strain 

Triumphant love, effective enterprise, 

They have an air of knowing all is vain,— 

And through the quiet moonlight their songs rise, 

The melancholy moonlight, sweet and lone, 

That makes to dream the birds upon the tree, 

And in their polished basins of white stone 

The fountains tall to sob with ecstasy.

Original French

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.

Fun fact: the above was inspiration for Debussy’s Suite bergamasque Clair de Lune! Learnt something separate from SLIC today 🙂


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