chanson d’automne

The long sobbing
Of autumn strings,
Grievous,
Wounds my heart
With a languor that
Is monotonous.

Stifled
And pallid
When the hour rings,
I summon
Days long gone
With my weeping;

And then I go
On an ill wind to
Carry me off
Here and there
In just the manner
Of a dead leaf.

Paul Verlaine

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