Paul Verlaine—translated by myself

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"It rains gently on the town" -Arthur Rimbaud

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It rains in my heart
like it rains on the town.
What is this pallor
that sinks through my chest?

Oh, rain's gentle sound
against the earth and on the rooftops!
For the restless heart,
oh, the aria of the rain!

It rains without thought
in this heart without a soul.
What; is it not a betrayal?
This requiem is meaningless.

It is truly the final sorrow
to not understand why—
without love and without hate—
my heart feels such pain.

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