So I did a thing, quite out of my comfort zone heres my (I guess) New Zealand accent...
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That's lovely @justmeonlyme Thanks for posting 
@justmeonlyme ♡ Yay, how lovely!! I don't know what I prefer, your voice or your accent, but I wanna listen to it more. 
I recorded a short poem in French. It's by Paul Verlaine, one of my favourite French "symbolist" poets.
So unlike English poetry (which I don't know much about tbh except the "beat" thing), French verse lines are determined by the number of syllables (written and pronounced), so I would perhaps not say all these words the exact same way if I was just talking. That being said I've never read any poems out loud in my life, so apart from this rule, I was just reading and I'm no pro at it at all, lol. But I'm also much slower than normal, haha. Here it is.
Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville ;
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénètre mon coeur ?
Ô bruit doux de la pluie
Par terre et sur les toits !
Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie,
Ô 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 !
Translation :
Tears fall in my heart
As rain falls on the town;
What is this torpor
Pervading my heart?
Ah, the soft sound of rain
On the ground and roofs!
For a listless heart,
Ah, the sound of the rain!
Tears fall without reason
In this disheartened heart.
What! Was there no treason? …
This grief’s without reason.
And the worst pain of all
Must be not to know why
Without love and without hate
My heart feels such pain.
Here's a little bonus of an English word with my pure French accent.
So unlike English poetry (which I don't know much about tbh except the "beat" thing), French verse lines are determined by the number of syllables (written and pronounced), so I would perhaps not say all these words the exact same way if I was just talking. That being said I've never read any poems out loud in my life, so apart from this rule, I was just reading and I'm no pro at it at all, lol. But I'm also much slower than normal, haha. Here it is.
Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville ;
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénètre mon coeur ?
Ô bruit doux de la pluie
Par terre et sur les toits !
Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie,
Ô 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 !
Translation :
Tears fall in my heart
As rain falls on the town;
What is this torpor
Pervading my heart?
Ah, the soft sound of rain
On the ground and roofs!
For a listless heart,
Ah, the sound of the rain!
Tears fall without reason
In this disheartened heart.
What! Was there no treason? …
This grief’s without reason.
And the worst pain of all
Must be not to know why
Without love and without hate
My heart feels such pain.
Here's a little bonus of an English word with my pure French accent.
That provided the biggest laugh of mine today, so thank you for including that little gem.
