Automn ill and adored. You die when the hurricane blows in the roseries. When it has snowed. In the orchard trees. Poor automn Dead in whiteness and riches. Of snow and ripe fruits. Deep in the sky. The sparrow hawks cry. Over the sprites with green hair dwarfs. Who've never been loved. Inthe 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 in the forest that are tumbling. All their tears in automn leaf by leaf The leaves You press A crowd That flows The life That goes
Guillaume ApollinaireAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: french
- Born: August 26, 1880
- Died: November 9, 1918