This is a beautiful little poem by the poet Paul Verlaine. An offering for poem in your pocket day. I am on European time so not very awake, but awake enough to send this along with a welcoming to new subscribers and all good wishes to all.
TEARS FLOW IN MY HEART .
11 pleure dans mon coeur . , .
Tears flow in my heart
As rain falls on the town;
What languor is this
That creeps into my heart?
Gentle sound of the rain
On earth and roofsl
For an aching heart
Is the song of the rain!
Tears flow senseless
In this breaking heart.
With no betrayal?
This grief is senseless.
This is the worst sorrow
Not to know why.
Without love or hate,
My heart has all this sorrow.
translated by. MURIEL KITTEL
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