Il Pleut
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. (Trans. Roger Shattuck)