In Autumn Poem by Ruben Dario
In Autumn
I know there are those who ask: Why does he not
sing with the same wild harmonies as before?
But they have not seen the labors of an hour
the work of a minute, the prodigies of a year.
I am an aged tree that, when I was growing.
uttered a vague, sweet sound when the breeze caressed me.
The time for youthful smiles has now passed by:
now, let the hurricane swirl my heart to song!
I don't really know It made me feel like a youth like spring slowing died as the harsh reality of autumn crawled upon him and coldness took his very soul over! !
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