Angela Carter (1940–1992) English novelist
Source: Burning Your Boats: Collected Short Stories
“The long sobs of
The violins
Of autumn
Lay waste my heart
With monotones
Of boredom.”
Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon cœur
D'une langueur
Monotone.
"Chanson d'automne", line 1, from Poèmes saturniens (1866); Sorrell p. 24
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