„The long sobs of
The violins
Of autumn
Lay waste my heart
With monotones
Of boredom.“

—  Paul Verlaine, Chanson d'automne

Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon cœur
D'une langueur
Monotone.
"Chanson d'automne", line 1, from Poèmes saturniens (1866); Sorrell p. 24

Original

Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'automne Blessent mon cœur D'une langueur Monotone.

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„Falling tears in my heart,
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Il pleure dans mon cœur
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Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénètre mon cœur?
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