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AUTUMN Vincenzo Cardarelli. Autumn. We felt its coming In the wind of August. In the rains of September. torrential and weeping. And a shiver ran through the land which, now , bare and sad, w elcomes a bewildered sun. Now it passes and verges,
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AUTUMN Vincenzo Cardarelli
Autumn. We felt its coming In the wind of August
In the rains of September torrential and weeping
And a shiver ran through the land which, now , bare and sad, welcomes a bewildered sun.
Now it passes and verges, In this Autumn that comes forward
With unspeakable slowness the best time of our life and lengthily bids us farewell.
ANASTASIA FIORILLO IIIA