By far the worst pain Is not to understand Why without love or hate My heart's full of pain.
"Il pleur dans mon cœur" from Romances sans paroles - 1874
Falling tears in my heart, Falling rain on the town. Why this long ache, A knife in my heart.
"Il pleur dans mon cœur" from Romances sans paroles - 1874
"Art poétique", from Jadis et naguère - 1884
White moon gleaming Among trees, From every branch Sound rising into Canopies.
"La lune blanche", from La Bonne Chanson - 1872
And so I leave On cruel winds Squalling And gusting me Like a dead leaf Falling.
"Chanson d'automne", from Poèmes Saturniens - 1866
The long sobs of The violins Of autumn Lay waste my heart With monotones Of boredom.
"Chanson d'automne", from Poèmes saturniens - 1866
"Le ciel est, par-dessus le toit", from Sagesse - 1880