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1928 Ninon Vallin singing L’heure Exquise by Reynaldo Hahn. Piano acc Pierre Darck. Photo of Ninon Vallin and Reynaldo Hahn in 1928 Paris. Imagine Hahn’s excitement to have found such a profoundly beautiful voice (and person!) to interpret his songs! Here is a description of Vallin written by Albert Carré, director of the Opéra-Comique: “The exceptional quality of this voice, its purity, its freshness, its timbre, its color, its flexibility, its emotional character as well as the assurance and the taste with which it was used could leave no doubt whatever. We were in the presence of a great artist.” L’heure Exquise by Reynaldo Hahn: French with English translation: L’Heure exquise Exquisite hour La lune blanche The white moon Luit dans les bois; Gleams in the woods; De chaque branche From every branch Part une voix There comes a voice Sous la ramée... Beneath the boughs… Ô bien aimée. Oh my beloved. L'étang reflète, The pool reflects, Profond miroir, Deep mirror, La silhouette The silhouette Du saule noir Of the black willow Où le vent pleure... Where the wind is weeping… Rêvons, c'est l'heure. Let us dream, it is the hour. Un vaste et tendre A vast and tender Apaisement Consolation Semble descendre Seems to fall Du firmament From the sky Que l'astre irise... The moon illumines… C'est l'heure exquise. Exquisite hour. Original French text by Paul Verlaine (1870). Translation by Richard Stokes Exquisite hour The white moon Gleams in the woods; From every branch There comes a voice Beneath the boughs... O my beloved. The pool reflects, Deep mirror, The silhouette Of the black willow Where the wind is weeping... Let us dream, it is the hour. A vast and tender Consolation Seems to fall From the sky The moon illumines... Exquisite hour. Trans: Richard Stokes This 1921 Victrola IX was professionally restored and rebulit by Dyslexic Genius Brett Hurt (and his cats ) in the Spring of 2021 on its 100th birthday. Thanks Brett!