Share this page: Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'automne Blessent mon cœur D'une langueur Monotone. The long sobs of The violins Of autumn Lay waste my heart With monotones Of boredom. -- "Chanson d'automne", line 1, from Poèmes saturniens (1866), French original and English translation from Martin Sorrell (trans.), Selected Poems (Oxford University Press, 1999), p. 24. Il pleure dans mon cœur Comme il pleut sur la ville. Quelle est cette langueur Qui pénètre mon cœur? Falling tears in my heart, Falling rain on the town. Why this long ache, A knife in my heart. -- "Il pleur dans mon cœur" line 1, from Romances sans paroles (1874), French original and English translation from Martin Sorrell (trans.), Selected Poems (Oxford University Press, 1999), p. 69. Share this page:

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