Love
It Weeps In My Heart
Translated by Gertrude Hall (1895) · From Romances sans paroles (1874)
It weeps in my heart
As it rains on the town.
What is this dull smart
Possessing my heart?
Soft sound of the rain
On the ground and the roofs!
To a heart in pain,
O the song of the rain!
It weeps without cause
In my heart-sick heart.
In her faith, what? no flaws?
This grief has no cause.
'Tis sure the worst woe
To know not wherefore
My heart suffers so
Without joy or woe.
Codex Note
Epigraph: Il pleut doucement sur la ville.--ARTHUR RIMBAUD
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Verlaine, Paul. “It Weeps In My Heart.” Translated by Gertrude Hall. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/verlaine/15/.
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Verlaine, Paul. “It Weeps In My Heart.” Translated by Gertrude Hall. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/verlaine/15/.
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