Isn’t that a gorgeous photo? Photo credit Henrique da Silva.
Click HERE to hear me sing “Fleurs” by Francis Poulenc
“Fleurs” by Francis Poulenc (1899-1963) from Fiançailles Pour Rire, no. 6., FP. 101
I love this song….musically complicated in its chord progressions, it’s a fun one to sing. I like the melancholic nostalgia it kind of unabashedly throws in your face – as if you weren’t planning on being sad at all, but for some reason you end up wallowing over past love affairs – or the forgottenness of them – along with the singer, against your better wishes.
Just get in there. Wallow. Feel the pangs of jealousy and go think about love’s memorabilia, the ebbing and flowing of emotion, and the factor of another person. It feels good for awhile, doesn’t it? And then the song’s over. Short and sweet, so you don’t succumb to the welling of your closed off soul.
“Fleurs”
Fleurs promises, fleurs tenues dans tes bras, Fleurs sorties des
Promised flowers, flowers held in your arms, Flowers from a
parenthèses d’un pas,
step’s parentheses,
Qui t’apportait ces fleurs l’hiver
Who brought you these flowers in winter
Saupoudrés du sable des mers?
Sprinkled with the sea’s sand?
Sable de tes baisers, fleurs des amours fanées
Sand of your kisses, flowers of faded loves
Les beaux yeux sont de cendre et dans la cheminée
Your lovely eyes are ashes and in the hearth
Un cœur enrubanné de plaintes Brûle avec ses images saintes.
A moan-beribboned heart Burns with its sacred images.
Fleurs promises, fleurs tenues dans tes bras,
Promised flowers, flowers held in your arms,
Qui t’apportait ces fleurs l’hiver
Who brought you these flowers in winter
Saupoudrés du sable des mers?
Sprinkled with the sea’s sand?

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