Autumn ill and adored
You die when the hurricane blows in the roseries
When it has snowed
In the orchard trees
Poor autumn
Dead in whiteness and riches
Of snow and ripe fruits
Deep in the sky
The sparrow hawks cry
Over the sprites with green hair the dwarfs
Who-ve never been loved
In the far tree-lines
the stags are groaning
And how I love O season how I love your rumbling
The falling fruits that no one gathers
The wind the forest that are tumbling
All their tears in autumn leaf by leaf
The leaves
You press
A crowd
That flows
The life
That goes
Autumn Ill
Guillaume Apollinaire
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Poem topics: I love you, green, hair, life, never, poor, sky, snow, tree, wind, deep, Season, crowd, autumn, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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