Long moans on autumn’s saxophone — wound my heart with languor’s monotones
Wan suffocations — as hours creep — remembering days gone by — I weep —
Borne on weary winds, my grief — hither and thither — a withering leaf
Note: Because the English “violin” does not have the resonance of the French violon, I have changed the instrument to a saxophone, invented by Adolphe Sax, who died in Paris in 1894, only two years before Paul Verlaine. [JK]
