National Poetry Month: April 5th

April 5, 2010

Autumn Song by Paul Verlaine

With long sobs
the violin-throbs
of autumn wound
my heart with languorous
and monotonous

Choking and pale
when I mind the tale
the hours keep,
my memory strays
down other days
and I weep;

and I let me go
where ill winds blow,
now here, now there,
harried and sped,
even as a dead
leaf, anywhere.

This poem was selected by Nancy R. (Reference Librarian)

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