It’s Raining
It’s raining women’s voices as if they had died even in
memory
And it’s raining you as well marvellous encounters of my
life O little
drops
Those rearing clouds begin to neigh a whole universe of
auricular cities
Listen if it rains while regret and disdain weep to an
ancient music
Listen to the bonds fall off which hold you above and
below
Il Pleut
Guillaume Apollinaire
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