It is Crying Inside my Heart

It is crying inside my heart
As it is raining over the town;
What is this lethargy
Entering my heart?

Oh sweet sound of the rain
On the ground and on the roofs!
To a bored heart,
Oh the warbling of the rain!

It is crying without any reason
Inside that heart that makes itself sick.
What! No betrayal?…
That mourning is unjustified.

Not knowing the reason why
Is the greatest sorrow
Without love or hatred
My heart deeply is in pain!

Paul Verlaine

Tomorrow at dawn

Tomorrow at dawn, when the countryside whitens,
I will leave. You see, I know you’re waiting for me.
I will go through the forests, I will go by the mountain.
I cannot stay away from you any longer.

I will walk with my eyes fixed on my thoughts,
Not seeing anything outside, not hearing any noise,
Alone, unknown, back bent, hands crossed,
Sad, and the day for me will be like the night.

I will not look at the gold evening falling,
Nor at the far off boats sailing towards Harfleur,
And when I arrive, I will put on your grave
A bunch of green holly and heather in bloom.

Victor Hugo