French Rain

It’s Raining

It’s raining women’s voices as if they (were dead) (had died) even in (the) memory
(And) it’s (also) raining you (as well )marvellous encounters of my life O (droplets) (little drops)
(And these) (Those) rearing clouds (start neighing a world of aurical towns)(begin to neigh a whole universe of auricular cities)
Listen if (it's raining) (it rains) while regret and disdain weep to an ancient music
Listen to the (falling lines) (bonds fall off) which (bind) (hold) you above and below

by Ron Padgett
by Roger Shattuck

Guillame Apollinaire wrote this a hundred years ago. A rain of words. A rain of memories of women. Now we have Cueshe feeling the same things but saying it in obvious, pathetic lyrics. And the people croon over them. What has been sung had been said in better form a hundred years ago.

Here's ee cumming's take on the same style:

1(a le af fa ll s) one l iness