I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
Parting I love the fruits I detest the flowers
I regret every one of the kisses that I-ve given
Such a bitter walnut tells his grief to the showers
My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season
The hands of lost lovers juggle with your sun
A spouse follows me it-s my fatal shadow
The doves take flight this evening their last one
The Sign
Guillaume Apollinaire
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Poem topics: grief, lost, sun, evening, shadow, king, flight, eternal, Season, bitter, regret, spiritual, bound, autumn, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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