On Verlaine and rain …
Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville ;
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénètre mon coeur ?
Today, I’ll let Verlaine speak for me.
Like at some dark day in London in autumn 1872, it also rains here today.
There is something special in this huge town. On the one hand London is one of the most thrilling and inspiring towns in the world. On the other, sometimes the combination of bricks, clouds and rain can be as gloomy as anything else… And however, when reading such an exquisite jewel in French literature, one can get captivated by this melancholy… Specially having in mind Debussy’s or Faure’s settings to these verses.
Nevertheless I have looked up now and my eyes see the sun shining again …
Have a nice day!
Oh.. love it.. Beautiful verse
Love the site too. It is wonderful how such a simple piece can capture so eloquently the most physical, deep and powerful of emotions .
Magnifique Verlaine… Merci x
By: Mr T on February 20, 2010
at 12:00 am