Autumn, Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire

Into the fog there go a knock-kneed peasant
And his ox slowly into the autumn fog
That hides the poor and shamefaced hamlets

And going off over there the peasant hums
A song of love and infidelity
That speaks of a ring and a heart that is broken

Oh! autumn autumn has made summer die
Into the fog there go two gray silhouettes

Guillaume Apollinaire

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