autumn song

Currently, I'm working on setting this poem to music - an SSAA version. However, I'm still debating on whether or not to use the original poem in French or use this translation. It's really beautiful, but that's just from my 'i like poetry' brain. Ashley, maybe we should talk about it sometime... :)

Autumn Song

by Paul Verlaine

With long sobs

the violin-throbs

of autumn wound

my heart with languorous

and monotonous

sound.

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.

goodnight