Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Chanson d'automne

I was readingthis sweet (or gloomy, depends how you think of it) poem by Verlaine. Here in its original. My comments are coming soon.

Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon cour
D'une langueur
Monotone.

Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l'heure,
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens
Et je pleure,

Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
Deçà, delà,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.


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Hello

Trying this again, after a long absence. Lots to come