In the Endless Tedium of the Plain, Poem by Paul Verlaine

In the interminable
Tedium of the plain
The uncertain snow
Gleams like sand.

The sky is of copper
Without any glimmer.
One would think to see living
And dying the moon.

Like the clouds
Float gray the oaks
Of the nearby forests
Among the mists.

The sky is of copper
Without any glimmer.
One would think to see living
And dying the Moon.

Wheezy crow
And you, the lean wolves,
In these bitter blasts
What then becomes of you?

In the interminable
Tedium of the plain
The uncertain snow
Gleams like sand

Paul Verlaine

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