Barrault Poems - Poems about Barrault

...It was September Of one thousand Nine hundred seven The end of summer With apples lying thickly Under the apple trees And the smell of Autumn Covering the grass Filled with ripe yellow And......Read the rest...

...Heavy storm was sweeping dark Paris streets Lit with dim lights that dreary November night With ghostly shadows lurking in the corners Cold wind dancing with dirty wet leaves fallen In the wate......Read the rest...