“And so I leave
On cruel winds
Squalling
And gusting me
Like a dead leaf
Falling.”

— Paul Verlaine, Chanson d'automne

Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
Deçà, delà,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.
"Chanson d'automne", line 13, from Poèmes saturniens (1866); Sorrell p. 27

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French poet 1844–1896

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