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Autumn Ill

Autumn ill and adored
You die when the hurricane blows in the roseries
When it has snowed
In the orchard trees
Poor autumn
Dead in whiteness and riches
Of snow and ripe fruits
Deep in the sky
The sparrow hawks cry
Over the sprites with green hair the dwarfs
Who’ve never been loved
In the far tree-lines
the stags are groaning
And how I love O season how I love your rumbling
The falling fruits that no one gathers
The wind the forest that are tumbling
All their tears in autumn leaf by leaf
The leaves
You press
A crowd
That flows
The life
That goes

Guillaume Apollinaire is a French poet, writer and critic, born in 1880 in Rome under the name Wilhelm Albert Vladimir Apollinis de Kroustavitsky. His mother is a poet of noble origin, and his father is unknown. He is supposed to be an Italian officer of Swiss descent. Apollinaire spoke French from a young age, and after his move to Paris in 1900, he was named Guillaume Apollinaire . An active participant in the French artistic avant-garde, in shaping the aesthetic principles of Cubism, and with his poetry becomes an immediate predecessor of surrealism. In 1914 he joined the army and participated in the First World War. In 1916 he suffered from a serious injury to the skull. Exhausted after his injuries, he died in 1918 with the Spanish influenza epidemic.

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