Thursday, August 22, 2019

"Autumn Song" by Paul Verlaine

AUTUMN SONG
by Paul Verlaine

(Translated, from the French, by Arthur Symons)

When a sighing begins
In the violins
Of the autumn-song,
My heart is drowned
In the slow sound
Languorous and long.

Pale as with pain,
Breath fails me when
The hours toll deep.
My thoughts recover
The days that are over,
And I weep.

And I go
Where the winds know,
Broken and brief,
To and fro,
As the winds blow
A dead leaf.


Credit: This poem is in the public domain.
Source: poets.org

Paul Verlaine (1844-1896)

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