https://m.youtube.com/watch?t=8s&v=73aTfJS20hk
a dynamic paraphrase translation of Apollinaire I'll Pleut in this youtube clip above It rains voices of women fallen from memory: in you also o raindrops, rains the crucial events of my life. And these clouds thunder aloud a world with a host of voices. Hear,it rains of regret and contempt weeping their well-worn tunes, hear,those falling shackles that imprison you head to toe.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2020
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