Whose quote is "Stab my heart with monotonous melancholy"?

"Stab my heart with monotonous melancholy" is from the famous poem "Autumn Song" by the French poet Paul Verlaine. Rimbaud (1854-1891), who was also a leading Symbolist. Many of his works, especially some of the best, are not obscure, but rather clear, light, fresh, natural, smooth, and soothing, and although most of his works are melancholic, they are not decadent. In the art of poetry, Weiland won a high reputation in French poetry with his rebellious yet traditional style and mournful but not sad poetic meaning. In Weiland's ethereal and beautiful, far-reaching artistic space for readers to grasp the subtle poetic interest of the confusing, thus establishing the reader and Weiland between the intimate and ineffable soul in the soul of the **** the same space induction.

Original text

Chanson d'automne - Paul Verlaine

Les sanglots longs

Des violons

De l'automne

Blessent mon coeur

D'une [wf]langueur[/wf]

Monotone.

Tout [wf]suffocant[/wf]

Et [wf]blême[/wf], quand

Sonne l'heure,

Je me souviens

Des jours anciens

Et je pleure

Et je m'en vais

Au vent mauvais

Qui m'emporte<

De?à, delà,

Pareil à la

Feuille morte.

AUTUMN SONGS

Paul Weiland

Translated Version One

In the Autumn

Whimpering

Violin

Monotone

In melancholy

To comfort my heart.

When the clock strikes

I choke

And awestruck

Eclipsing back

Old times

I weep

In a trance

The gale winds roll

And I fly away

Near and far

As a

Dead leaf.

Translated Version Two

Autumn's

violin

That long whimpering

Stabs my heart with monotonous

melancholy

.

Suffocating hard,

Pale,

When the bell tolls,

I recall

Old times

Can't help but weep sadly;

I walk toward

This foul wind

The wind blows me

Either east or west

Like a

A dead leaf.

Translated Version 3

Autumn sound weeps,

Autumn sound is sob,

Mournful like a fiddle's long sad cry,

Sadness wells up in the heart.

Autumn colors are gloomy,

Autumn colors are dark,

Thoughts follow the sound of bells and memories,

Cold tears are wet on my clothes.

Autumn winds blow,

Autumn winds chase,

Driving me to wander without a home,

Just like yellow leaves flying.