Selected By : Arny Dupontet

A bow-legged peasant and his ox receding
Through the mist slowly through the mists of autumn
Which hides the shabby and sordid villages

And out there as he goes the peasant is singing
A song of love and infidelity
About a ring and a heart which someone is breaking

Oh the autumn the autumn has been the death of summer
In the mist there are two gray shapes receding

Guglielmo Apollinare de Kostrowitzky, a.k.a Guillaume Apollinaire

in Alccols

Sources: Selected Translations 1948-1968, W. S. Merwin

Location : Vallée de la Bièvres Date : 2017-09-21 12:39:48