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Autumn Song

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

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  • mermaid7
    February 23, 2007

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    This version has a soft pace to it. Another translation of this poem:
    Long sobs
    Violins
    Autumn
    Wound my heart
    Of a monotonous languor.
    Very suffocating
    And pale, when
    sound the hour,
    I remember
    Old Days
    And I cry;
    And I from go away
    With the bad wind
    Who carries me
    On this side, beyond,
    Similar with
    Break into leaf dead.

    Although this translation is a bit choppy, it offers a haiku effect. Often, with translated poems,it is so worth it to seek out various versions and just have fun measuring your reactions to them. To me, it just adds another interesting layer to the enjoyment of poetry.


  • October 11, 2005
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    i lke this poem it is very touching to the scences