Guillaume Apollinaire - Il pleut /1914

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
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