Thank God I Don't Know French
However, even with all these considerations, some of this stuff is too much for my tastes. Now, the composers are not typically responsible for the lyrics, at least directly: they often use the poetry/lyrics of collaborators or popular writers. Nor, I suspect, are the lyrics their primary concern, as long as the lyrics a) convey a basic idea upon which they can base their music, and b) can be comfortably set to music—and really, the music *is* more important than the lyrics in arias and art songs.
In some cases, I think a more creative lyricist could have done better, without taking anything away from the easy, lyrical beauty of the music. The lyrics aren’t bad given their setting, and the pieces are still great, but they do lead me to an odd conclusion: I’m glad I don’t know French. Or German. Or Italian. Or Spanish. I like reading a translation to get the gist of a piece, but I’m happy that I don’t get the meaning of every word every time I listen to some of these pieces, because hearing some of the triter lyrics over and over would detract from my enjoyment of the music.
Let’s have a couple examples, starting with Fauré’s Apres un rêve (After a dream). Just listen first, before reading on (it’s worth it!).
Gorgeous composition and performance, and the language is musically beautiful. Now, here’s a translation of the lyrics:
In a slumber which held your image spellbound
I dreamt of happiness, passionate mirage,
Your eyes were softer, your voice pure and sonorous,
You shone like a sky lit up by the dawn;
You called me and I left the earth
To run away with you towards the light,
The skies opened their clouds for us,
Unknown splendours, divine flashes glimpsed,
Alas! Alas! sad awakening from dreams
I call you, O night, give me back your lies,
Return, return radiant,
Return, O mysterious night.
Now, I’ve enjoyed listening to this piece with the translation and original text in front of me once or twice. However, if this were in English (or if I were fluent in French), I would still really love the music, but the lyrics would start to annoy me after a while (I mean, it’s a very romantic sentiment, but not a particularly deep one). Oh no! On the other hand, if I just keep in mind the general theme of the lyrics while enjoying the sound of the language without the explicit meaning, I can listen over and over without being distracted. Odd, but true. Here’s one more excellent piece for consideration, Les chemins de l’amour (The pathways of love) by Poulenc (lyrics follow):
The paths that lead to the sea
have kept, of our passing-by,
flowers with fallen petals
and the echo, beneath their trees,
of both our bright laughters.
Alas! of the days of happiness,
radiant joys now flown,
I wander without finding their trace again
in my heart.
Paths of my love,
I still seek you,
lost paths, you are no more
and your echos are hollow.
Paths of despair,
paths of memory,
paths of the first day,
divine paths of love.
If one day I have to forget him,
life effacing everything,
I wish, in my heart, that one memory should remain,
stronger than the other love.
The memory of the path,
where trembling and utterly bewildered
one day, upon me, I felt
your hands burning.
(Here’s the French.)
Okay now—I actually think that the last stanza of lyrics is excellent, and makes good use of the “path” theme. And really, the first stanza’s pretty good too (“and the echo, beneath their trees / of both our bright laughters” is nicer writing than is often found in classical lovesongs). However, I would get tired of the B-section, with the paths and paths and paths again. Too much of an appeal to, um, pathos.
On the other hand, “Chemins”, even though I *know* that it means “paths”, does not automatically register when I hear it. I can choose to just enjoy the sound, without processing every word, something that’s impossible when I listen to songs in English. And y’know—I kinda like that. Which leads me to this little piece:
Dieu merci je ne sais pas français !
Thank God I don’t know French! Waitwait—I mean,
don’t get me wrong, but the nigh-pristine
Language of Love (ah! when Véronique sings
to me, to me, as I hear the siren stirrings
of her voice, precisely as warm and angelic
as the hundred times before, I fear I am sick
with impossible longing!) really loses its grace
when I can understand the words at face.
No, really—a translation’s fine, I guess,
as long as I’m careful to not possess
an actual knowing of the pretty sounds.
God forbid—for what if no poetry bounds?
So no French for me! lest I have to critique
the loveliest words of my dear Véronique.
(P.S. Anyone who knows French, feel free to correct the title if I messed something up. Wasn’t sure whether or not to use a comma/virgule after merci.)
This poem is a parody of love poetry mixed in with an odd “ignorance is bliss” observation. I feel as if the rhyming couplets work well for joking around, so I’ll probably mess around some more with the form and formula.
Before I end, I’d like to point out that there are also songs that I would gladly listen to were I to know French. (A lot of them seem to be songs *not* about love, which makes sense, ‘cause love is really, really hard to write about in a fresh way.) For one, La Belle au bois dormant, set by Debussy, is a narration of Sleeping Beauty set to music, and the fairy tale–style lyrics seem quite nice (though again, I have to trust the translation, since I can’t understand the actual text). Also, some of the Banalités of Poulenc have lyrics that are fun, funny, and/or idyllic. Here’s Chanson d’Orkenise (first piece in the video; also, not Véronique this time, though I prefer her interpretation to this one):
French and English lyrics
Yeah—I could definitely listen to that!
(credit to Peter Low and David K. Smythe [recmusic.org] and Christopher Goldsack [http://www.melodie.talktalk.net] for translations)