Malade - Sách nói Miễn phí

DOLOR OF AUTUMN

THE acrid scents of autumn,
     Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear
     Everything, tear-trembling stars of autumn
     And the snore of the night in my ear.

     For suddenly, flush-fallen,
     All my life, in a rush
     Of shedding away, has left me
     Naked, exposed on the bush.

     I, on the bush of the globe,
     Like a newly-naked berry, shrink
     Disclosed: but I also am prowling
     As well in the scents that slink

     Abroad: I in this naked berry
     Of flesh that stands dismayed on the bush;
     And I in the stealthy, brindled odours
     Prowling about the lush

     And acrid night of autumn;
     My soul, along with the rout,
     Rank and treacherous, prowling,
     Disseminated out.

     For the night, with a great breath intaken,
     Has taken my spirit outside
     Me, till I reel with disseminated consciousness,
     Like a man who has died.

     At the same time I stand exposed
     Here on the bush of the globe,
     A newly-naked berry of flesh
     For the stars to probe.