Autumn Song (Verlaine)


 * The long sobs
 * Of violins
 * Of autumn
 * Wound my heart
 * With a monotone
 * Languor.


 * All breathless
 * And pale, when
 * The hour sounds,
 * I remember
 * Former days
 * And I cry;


 * And I go
 * In an ill wind
 * Which carries me
 * Here, there,
 * Like a
 * Dead leaf.

Poèmes saturniens/Chanson_d'automne