Photographer's Note

Avoice that sings
Like viol strings
Through the wane
Of the pale year
Lulleth me here
With its strain.

My soul is faint
At the bell's plaint
Ringing deep;
I think upon
The days begone
And I weep.

And I go'
Where the winds know,
Broken and brief,
To and fro,
As the winds blow
A deaf leaf.

"Paul Verlaine" (traduction by Gilles de Seze)


Here is my small contribution on this magnificent season. Photo which I took this morning in the park of Versailles. In additional photo a little gift which illustrates the poême, regrettably you have no sound...

Excellent Sunday in all.

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