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Autumn(Parc Monceau)
I shallremember only these leaves fallingSmall and incessant in the still air,Yellow leaves on the dark green water restingAnd the marble Venus there—Is she pointing to her breasts or trying to hide them?There is no god to care.The colonnade curves close to the leaf-strewn waterAnd its reflection seemsLost in the mass of leaves and unavailingAs a dream lost among dreams;The colonnade curves close to the leaf-strewn waterA dream lost among dreams.
I shallremember only these leaves fallingSmall and incessant in the still air,Yellow leaves on the dark green water restingAnd the marble Venus there—Is she pointing to her breasts or trying to hide them?There is no god to care.The colonnade curves close to the leaf-strewn waterAnd its reflection seemsLost in the mass of leaves and unavailingAs a dream lost among dreams;The colonnade curves close to the leaf-strewn waterA dream lost among dreams.
I shallremember only these leaves fallingSmall and incessant in the still air,Yellow leaves on the dark green water restingAnd the marble Venus there—Is she pointing to her breasts or trying to hide them?There is no god to care.
I shallremember only these leaves falling
Small and incessant in the still air,
Yellow leaves on the dark green water resting
And the marble Venus there—
Is she pointing to her breasts or trying to hide them?
There is no god to care.
The colonnade curves close to the leaf-strewn waterAnd its reflection seemsLost in the mass of leaves and unavailingAs a dream lost among dreams;The colonnade curves close to the leaf-strewn waterA dream lost among dreams.
The colonnade curves close to the leaf-strewn water
And its reflection seems
Lost in the mass of leaves and unavailing
As a dream lost among dreams;
The colonnade curves close to the leaf-strewn water
A dream lost among dreams.