Paul Verlaine

 

Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud
Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbau

          It rains in my heart

As it rains on the town,

What languor so dark

That soaks to my heart?

Oh sweet sound of the rain

On the earth and the roofs!

For the dull heart again,

Oh the song of the rain!

It rains for no reason

In this heart lacking heart.

What? And no treason?

It’s grief without reason.

By far the worst pain,

Without hatred, or love,

Yet no way to explain

Why my heart feels such pain!


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