Ces Automnes à Paris
Autumn Passed Through Paris 
-- Endre Ady
Autumn slipped into Paris yesterday, 
came silently down Boulevard St Michel, 
In sultry heat, past boughs sullen and still, 
and met me on its way.

As I walked on to where the Seine flows by, 
little twig songs burned softly in my heart, 
smoky, odd, sombre, purple songs. I thought 
they sighed that I shall die.

Autumn drew abreast and whispered to me, 
Boulevard St Michel that moment shivered. 
Rustling, the dusty, playful leaves quivered, 
whirled forth along the way.

One moment: summer took no heed: whereon, 
laughing, autumn sped away from Paris.
That it was here, I alone bear witness, 
under the trees that moan.  

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