Verlaine P. Autumn chanson
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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