Autumn

[CameronBlue]

the season for sentimental indulgences...and French poetry.

Chanson d'automne
Paul Verlaine (1844-1896)

Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon cour
D'un langueur
Monotone.

Tout suffocant
Et blême quand
Sonne l'heure,
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens
Et je pleure ;

Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
Deçà, delà,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.


The long sobs
Of the violins
Of autumn
Wound my heart
With a languor
monotonous

All suffocating
And pale when
The hour Sounds
I remember
The old days
And I weep

And I go away
In the ill wind
Which carries me
To and fro
Like
A dead leaf.

[knights68]

What does
In another culture, Japan's minister of agriculture hanged himself to atone for his role in a bid-rigging scandal. What a painless, dignified way to rid ourselves of disgraced public servants like George Bush. But it violates Page One of the Karl Rove Manual for Power Maintenance—stonewall, spin, distract, threaten, lie outright if you must, but never confess or apologize and never, never resign. (Suicide never enters this picture.). have to do with Autumn. Kinda inflamatory isn't it? Not to mention not something akin to showing up in OFF TOPICS thread versus any political discussion on the other venues at DBR!!

[Stray Gator]

the season for sentimental indulgences...and French poetry.

...Blessent mon cour
D'un langueur
Monotone.

...Wound my heart
With a languor
monotonous

....

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Liberation is at hand! ;)

[billybreen]

What does have to do with Autumn. Kinda inflamatory isn't it? Not to mention not something akin to showing up in OFF TOPICS thread versus any political discussion on the other venues at DBR!!

It's just a sig file, I believe. Don't think PHPBB has a facility for board specific sigging.

[billybreen]

the season for sentimental indulgences...and French poetry.

Well, it's not French, but it's Canadian. How about a little Rush?

Time Stand Still (http://www.lyricsfreak.com/r/rush/time+stand+still_20119896.html):

Summers going fast --
Nights growing colder
Children growing up --
Old friends growing older
Experience slips away...

I'm such a dork.

[mapei]

I saw you standing with the wind and the rain in your face
And you were thinking 'bout the wisdom of the leaves and their grace
When the leaves come falling down
In September when the leaves, come falling down

And at night the moon is shining on a clear, cloudless sky
And when the evening shadows fall I'll be there by your side
When the leaves come falling down
In September when the leaves, come falling down

Follow me down, follow me down, follow me down
To the place beside the garden and the wall
Follow me down, follow me down
To the space before the twilight and the dawn

- Van Morrison

[CameronBlue]

Oh yes, in the manner of all slick wisdom
I've seen your ash-blond profusion
your cindered flank
As something vaguely in the way of art.

But that was 15 years and a certain steering through the seasons ago.

I see you now
and wish the years have withered you to substance

The gulls and the terns
Eat the meat and leave the bitters behind

And I leave with them.

---Sam Silva

[mapei]

Apparently not a romantic, Mr. Silva . . .

[throatybeard]

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find thee sitting careless on a granary floor.

[CameronBlue]

Apparently not a romantic, Mr. Silva . . .

Yeah, he's a tad indulgent isn't he...Here's another one.

Of Men Once Dancing, Now Demised

All you miserable sychophants
All you brooders at dawn,

Go
Go and win wars for weapons factories

Go
Go and do business with God and His money

Go
Go and worship the cash-styled stars of your country

And leave me to my roses, my ruin.

---Sam Silva

[captmojo]

Dahhhh...Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

Duhhhh...I Like Ice Cream

Can you Skate???????

I need a helmet

[CameronBlue]

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Liberation is at hand! ;)

Good pickup. That was the message to the French Resistance to prepare for the D-Day invasion.

[knights68]

The breeze has settled, the birds songs resumes
the cold and dark of night conceeds to the sun, and dawn arrives again
The frosty night air is met with the warming hug of the early morning sun
I lay in bed, contemplating the universe
as I watch the changing of the celestial guard
sun from moon, whispy clouds from stars and noise from silence
Behold, the day has arrived, all is well and the world awakens again
the birds, giddy and happy, sing their happiest tunes
The trees dance in unison to the songs of the cooling breeze,
in delight at the coming of the new Autumn day.

[tecumseh]

Today is a perfect fall day and a good day to be depressed, oh I know April is the cruelest month but here is a favorite of mine Stevie Smith


Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

[mapei]

On Raglan Road on an autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I would some day rue

I saw the danger and yet I walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day

- Patrick Kavanaugh

[tecumseh]

Mr. Flood’s Party

by Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935)

Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night
Over the hill between the town below
And the forsaken upland hermitage
That held as much as he should ever know
On earth again of home, paused warily.
The road was his with not a native near;
And Eben, having leisure, said aloud,
For no man else in Tilbury Town to hear:
“Well, Mr. Flood, we have the harvest moon
Again, and we may not have many more;
The bird is on the wing, the poet says,
And you and I have said it here before:
Drink to the bird.” He raised up to the light
The jug that he had gone so far to fill,
And answered huskily: “Well, Mr. Flood,
Since you propose it, I believe I will.”

Alone, as if enduring to the end
A valiant armor of sacred hopes outworn,
He stood there in the middle of the road
Like Roland’s ghost winding a silent horn.
Below him, in the town among the trees,
Where friends of other days had honored him,
A phantom salutation of the dead
Rang thinly till old Eben’s eyes were dim.

Then, as a mother lays her sleeping child
Down tenderly, fearing it may awake,
He set the jug down slowly at his feet
With trembling care, knowing that most things break;
And only when assured that on firm earth
It stood, as the uncertain lives of men
Assuredly did not, he paced away,
And with his hand extended paused again:

“Well, Mr. Flood, we have not met like this
In a long time; and many a change has come
To both of us, I fear, since last it was
We had a drop together. Welcome home!”
Convivially returning with himself,
Again he raised the jug up to the light;
And with an acquiescent quaver said:
“Well, Mr. Flood, if you insist, I might.

“Only a very little, Mr. Flood—
For auld lang syne. No more, sir; that will do.”
So, for the time, apparently it did,
And Eben evidently thought so too;
For soon amid the silver loneliness
Of night he lifted up his voice and sang,
Secure, with only two moons listening,
Until the whole harmonious landscape rang—

“For auld lang syne.” The weary throat gave out,
The last word wavered; and the song being done,
He raised again the jug regretfully
And shook his head, and was again alone.
There was not much that was ahead of him,
And there was nothing in the town below—
Where strangers would have shut the many doors
That many friends had opened long ago.

[mapei]

I like it - although, again, it harbors thoughts of aging and death. (I was expecting Neil Young!) Personally, I associate autumn with renewal - it was the beginning of the school year, a time of reconnecting with old friends, meeting new ones, plunging into into new classes and football, finding a new girlfriend. For me, the most exciting time of the year, definitely my favorite season.

Here's another:

Coming down from Downpatrick
Stopping off at St. John's Point
Out all day birdwatching
And the craic was good
Stopped off at Strangford Lough
Early in the morning
Drove through Shrigley taking pictures
And on to Killyleagh
Stopped off for Sunday papers at the
Lecale District, just before Coney Island

On and on, over the hill to Ardglass
In the jamjar, autumn sunshine, magnificent
And all shining through

Stop off at Ardglass for a couple of jars of
Mussels and some potted herrings in case
We get famished before dinner

On and on, over the hill and the craic is good
Heading towards Coney Island

I look at the side of your face as the sunlight comes
Streaming through the window in the autumn sunshine
And all the time going to Coney Island I'm thinking,
Wouldn't it be great if it was like this all the time?

- George Ivan Morrison, Jr., of Belfast
(aka "Van the Man")

[tecumseh]

Got tickets this week to Neil Young concert, should be good one. There is warm up act then he plays an acoustic set and then an electric one.

[Stray Gator]

Got tickets this week to Neil Young concert, should be good one. There is warm up act then he plays an acoustic set and then an electric one.

"More barn!" :D

[colchar]

Well, it's not French, but it's Canadian. How about a little Rush?

Time Stand Still (http://www.lyricsfreak.com/r/rush/time+stand+still_20119896.html):

Summers going fast --
Nights growing colder
Children growing up --
Old friends growing older
Experience slips away...

I'm such a dork.


What the hell do French and Canada have to do with each other?!? Oh, wait. Damned Quebecois.

[colchar]

Here's another:

Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summers out of reach
Empty lake,
Empty streets
The sun goes down alone

[mapei]

Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting?
Autumn in New York, it spells the thrill of first-nighting
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel; they're making me feel I'm home
It's autumn in New York that brings the promise of new love
Autumn in new York is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands may sigh for exotic lands
It's autumn in New York
It's good to live again

- by Vernon Duke, performed by all the jazz legends, my favorite version by Billie Holiday

[EarlJam]

Fyi............................

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