Chanson D'Automne Poem by Paul Verlaine
Chanson D'Automne
Leaf-strewing gales
Utter low wails
Like violins,--
Till on my soul
Their creeping dole
Stealthily wins....
Days long gone by!
In such hour, I,
Choking and pale,
Call you to mind,--
Then like the wind
Weep I and wail.
And, as by wind
Harsh and unkind,
Driven by grief,
Go I, here, there,
Recking not where,
Like the dead leaf.
Terrible translation. The best one I know is a paraphrase by James Elroy Flecker in a poem about his childhood on Leckhampton Hill
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/13/2024 8:42:20 PM # 1.0.0
Lousy translation. James Elroy Flecker's version is much better.