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,
We felt its coming
In the wind of August
torrential and weeping
welcomes a bewildered sun.
In this Autumn that comes forward
the best time of our life
and lengthily bids us farewell.