Memories

"Please come in out of the rain, madame, the sugar is getting wet" Watercolor

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Excerpt from "Le Pont Mirabeau" by Apollinaire

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Passent les jours et passent les semaines

Ni temps passé

Ni les amours reviennent

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine

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Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure

Les jours s'en vont je demeure

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Maren's unofficial translation:

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Pass the days and pass the weeks

Neither past time

Nor loves come again

Beneath the Pont Mirabeau flows the Seine

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Come the night ring the hour

The days go on I remain.

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So I made this painting last week before I knew the theme, but it reminded me of this poem, which I would say is about memories (here's a link if you want to read the whole thing, but it's in French). It was one we read in college that I really liked. While the painting wasn't so much made to illustrate the poem, I think it fits.

Also, and not to attempt to make another tenuous connection with this week's IF theme, but while I was painting it, I was reminded of something, also in French. I was in Bastille, Corsica waiting for my ferry back to Nice to meet a friend, and I was enjoying my espresso and watching the sea when it started to sprinkle. Not a heavy sprinkle, but a light sprinkle, which, being from Seattle, I ignored. And the waiter came out to ask me to please move inside because the sugar was getting wet. And that's why the title is so long. Thrilling story, I know, but it just reminds me of my days as a sophisticated Parisian woman...