Autumnal Dirge
(One of many possible translations* of « Chanson d’automne » by Paul Verlaine)
for Sandra Feldman
Drawn out sobs
Violins
of autumn
Wound my heart
Through a languor
Monotonous
Hardly breathing
And turning wan, when
The knell tolls,
I recall
Days gone by
And I cry
And I have to leave
With the unwelcome wind
Which bears me away
Here now, there then
Much as a
(Wafting) Dead leaf.
• This is as close to a literal translation as I can get, for I do think the original visual structure ought not to be disturbed and as long as the poet’s « meaning » (Intentional fallacy/Affective fallacy notwithstanding), if any, be not overly distorted.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
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