Paul Verlaine. (№ 304515)

Long songs
Violins of autumn,
Call nagging
My heart hurt
Duma fog,
Monotonous.
Sleep, cold,
Startled, pale
With the fight half the night.
Remembered something.
All without report
Vyplachesh eyes.
I will go out in the field.
The wind on the outside
Rushing, bold.
Grab it, throw it,
Like takes
Leaf cluster of yellowish.