
Sonnet of Autumn by Charles Pierre Baudelaire: In the autumnal twilight, when the sun sets slow, And the horizon's gold, like liquid glow, Fades to a soft, ethereal light, so low, That all around, in stillness, all things know. The trees, once green, now brown and bare, stand tall, As if to guard the secret of their fall; And in the breeze, a melancholy call, Echoes the passing of the season's hall. Please provide your request or question regarding this sonnet.
By Charles Pierre Baudelaire · First published 1857 · Genre: Poetry, Romanticism, Symbolism · 173 words
They say to me, thy clear and crystal eyes: "Why dost thou love me so, strange lover mine? " Be sweet, be still! My heart and soul despise All save that antique brute-like faith of thine;
And will not bare the secret of their shame To thee whose hand soothes me to slumbers long, Nor their black legend write for thee in flame! Passion I hate, a spirit does me wrong.
Let us love gently. Love, from his retreat, Ambushed and shadowy, bends his fatal bow, And I too well his ancient arrows know:
Crime, horror, folly. O pale marguerite, Thou art as I, a bright sun fallen low, O my so white, my so cold Marguerite.
Sonnet of Autumn is listed on Textopian as a poem by Charles Pierre Baudelaire, dated 1857 CE.
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autumn · nature · poetry · melancholy · beauty · transience · emotion · reflection · imagery · symbolism · romanticism · seasonal change