Verlaine P. Autumn chanson

Bawling along,
Violins long
   To atone;
Taint my core
With their bore
   Monotone.

Devoid of breath
And wan as death
   No more,
I call at last
The days of past
   And implore;

Then fly away
Upon ill sway
   To support
My status quo
Of to and fro
   Leaf amort.


«Poèmes saturniens», «Chanson d’automne», 1866


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