It rains outside the windows (verlainesque
Rain, if not in in my heart:
My heart ran somewhere else one day in search
Of other songs to start)
It rains outside the windows (melancholic
Rain which in certain ways is quite poetic
-But nonetheless prosaic, or symbolic...)
It rains and rains no more....Rain is splenetic.
I never figured how to watch such rain
Tracing the pane - tranced in philosophy-
More often than not it fell upon my (blonde
till they left) locks...- a trance of atrophy-
It rains outside the windows. I smoke. I write.
The windows wall me off from the urbane
Traffickings....And I'm a lascivious
Bird clamped inside my cage. Always in vain.
It rains outside the windows (verlainesque
Rain, if not in in my heart)
My heart ran off- capricious thing!-
After some silly song to sing
Not rhyming and not reasoning,
With neither whole nor part.
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem