PHOTO: 1904 (many improvements were necessary to show this picture)
The long sobs
Of the violins
Of Autumn
Wound my heart
With a monotonous
Languor.
All choked
And pale, when
The hour chimes,
I remember
Days of old
And I cry

And I'm going
On an ill wind
That carries me
Here and there,
As if a
Dead leaf.
(Autumn Song – Paul Verlaine 1844 - 1896)

PHOTO: 1904 (many improvements were necessary to show this picture) The long sobs Of the violins Of Autumn Wound my heart With a monotonous Languor. All choked And pale, when The hour chimes, I remember Days of old And I cry And I'm going On an ill wind That carries me Here and there, As if a Dead leaf. (Autumn Song – Paul Verlaine 1844 - 1896)

Xguern66 says:
Gorgeous old photo and just love your embellishments. Haven't seen you for a while Rose-Marie.
Oct 13, 2014

Lori47 says:
Lovely vintage page and very artistic. Great words in your description to make up a beautiful poem! Lovely!
Oct 13, 2014

savannah's grand mawmaw says:
beautiful page
Oct 13, 2014

Cheryl C says:
Fabulous as always, I love the way you bring the past alive again
Oct 13, 2014