Verlaine, Il pleure dans mon coeur

Il pleure dans mon coeur

Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville.
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénètre mon coeur?

O bruit doux de la pluie,
Par terre et sur les toits!
Pour un coeur qui s’ennuie,
O le chant de la pluie!

Il pleure sans raison
Dans ce coeur qui s’écoeure.
Quoi! nulle trahison?
Ce deuil est sans raison.

C’est bien la pire peine,
De ne savoir pourquoi,
Sans amour et sans haine,
Mon coeur a tant de peine.

There is weeping in my heart

There is weeping in my heart
like the rain falling on the town.
What is this languor
that pervades my heart?

Oh the patter of the rain
on the ground and the roofs!
For a heart growing weary
oh the song of the rain!

There is weeping without cause
in this disheartened heart.
What! No betrayal?
There’s no reason for this grief.

Truly the worst pain
is not knowing why,
without love or hatred,
my heart feels so much pain.

904 miles in 72 hours.

I started out my journey Friday. I drove on the high of knowing that in about twenty four hours I will see the greatest living band--Radiohead.

Author's Introduction

NAME Miriam Chan
NATIONALITY Asian American
PLACE OF BIRTH Galveston, Texas
DATE OF BIRTH August 31st
EDUCATION Liberal Arts Senior at the University of Texas at Austin.
SUMMARY OF PRINCIPLE OCCUPATIONS AND/OR JOBS Peer Advisor at College of Liberal Arts (07-present) and currently an Intern for Alexander Wang

INTERESTS
HOBBIES Reading, enjoying life, walking the streets of New York, going to museums, exploring fashion
PLEASE GIVE A BRIEF RESUME OF YOUR LIFE
June 1st of 2008 was the first day of my life- I began living for myself and no one else.

Adapted from Lonesome Traveler, Kerouac, Jack

**Updated June 1, 2008