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

— Paul Verlaine

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

Original text (French)

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

What have you done, you standing there
In floods of tears?
Tell me what you have done
With your young life?

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

You must let your poems ride their luck
On the back of the sharp morning air
Touched with the fragrance of mint and thyme…
And everything else is LIT-RIT-CHER.

Art poétique", from Jadis et naguère (1884)

La lune blanche
Luit dans les bois;
De chaque branche
Part une voix
Sous la ramée.

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