Les sanglots longs

Here is a gently wistful and softly melancholic autumnal poem from Verlaine. The season seems to inspire self-pity and recollections of sadness for the poet.
It is a very simple poem, easy to read, easy to understand, easy to digest – so demanding a high level of poetic art to seem so straightforward.
A poem to read and enjoy.

“Chant d’Automnede Paul Verlaine

Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l’automne
Blessent mon cœur
D’une langueur
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.

From <http://www.frenchtoday.com/french-poetry-reading/poem-chant-d-automne-verlaine&gt;

Lost in sad memories the poet is swept along by the autumn wind like the dead leaves.
Poor Verlaine…

The Poetry Dude


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