Paul Verlaine Quotes

White moon gleaming
Among trees,
From every branch
Sound rising into
Canopies.

Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
Deçà, delà,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.

Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon cœur
D'une langueur
Monotone.

Pas la Couleur, rien que la nuance!

And so I leave
On cruel winds
Squalling
And gusting me
Like a dead leaf
Falling.

The long sobs of
The violins
Of autumn
Lay waste my heart
With monotones
Of boredom.

Falling tears in my heart,
Falling rain on the town.
Why this long ache,
A knife in my heart.

Grip eloquence by the throat and squeeze
It to death. And while you're about it
You might corral that runaway, Rhyme,
Or you'll get Rhyme Without End, Amen. Who will denounce that criminal, Rhyme?
Tone-deaf children or crazed foreigners
No doubt fashioned its paste jewellery,
Tinplate on top, hollow underneath.

Il pleure dans mon cœur Comme il pleut sur la ville.
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénètre mon cœur?

By far the worst pain
Is not to understand
Why without love or hate
My heart's full of pain.