It was raining: through the windows, opened wide To the respite of the persistent fragrances, There wafted from the garden cool gusts Of revived grass and revived flowers. The tumult of colours calmed down Beneath the veil of the longed-for droplets; And around the poplars, the ashes and the laurels The thirsty clods of earth drank greedily. Oh, to be a plant! To be a leaf, to be a stem, And in the anguish of passion (I reflected) To receive such great renewal from the sky! Leaning out over the windowsill I watched And watched the bushes, the flowers, the grass, While the rain beat down on my hair.
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Beautiful !
It was raining: through the windows, opened wide
To the respite of the persistent fragrances,
There wafted from the garden cool gusts
Of revived grass and revived flowers.
The tumult of colours calmed down
Beneath the veil of the longed-for droplets;
And around the poplars, the ashes and the laurels
The thirsty clods of earth drank greedily.
Oh, to be a plant! To be a leaf, to be a stem,
And in the anguish of passion (I reflected)
To receive such great renewal from the sky!
Leaning out over the windowsill I watched
And watched the bushes, the flowers, the grass,
While the rain beat down on my hair.