I have a rough translation of P1020199. I think it's not too bad, but i'm a little rusty, so may have missed something.
Between the lyre and the violin,
When he must arm Apollo,
Sometimes the poet hesitates...
Only to you does he owe his tribute,
Because it's you whom the god visits...
Your bow is his attribute[a part of him]!
M. ?fontane?
Paris, 22nd March 1892.
I might have a go at making it flow a little better, but i'm tired at the moment. What's here is a pretty literal translation of the text.
I could probably translate (or at least have a stab at translating) a few of the other French ones, but i can't make out some of the lettering. Is it possible to get any higher-res pics of the french pages? If it makes life easier for you, i could make a list of the ones that I could try... |
