March Madness
By
Jeremy Gould
31 Days will come and go
Through each I'll remember
a past life
of everlasting strife
Each day I'll dismember
a little bit more of my soul
4 Weeks, one lasting memory
will arrive to do its worst
to tie me down
I'll lose more ground
my heart will nearly burst
my mind will agree
1 month will rear its ugly head
I'll return to solitary confinement
a prisoner in hell
it's just as well
'cause if I would break my last commandment
then I'd be better off dead
We're down to the final 4
the grief, the pain, the mourning, the sadness
which shall win this brutal war?
Welcome to my March Madness
By
Jeremy Gould
31 Days will come and go
Through each I'll remember
a past life
of everlasting strife
Each day I'll dismember
a little bit more of my soul
4 Weeks, one lasting memory
will arrive to do its worst
to tie me down
I'll lose more ground
my heart will nearly burst
my mind will agree
1 month will rear its ugly head
I'll return to solitary confinement
a prisoner in hell
it's just as well
'cause if I would break my last commandment
then I'd be better off dead
We're down to the final 4
the grief, the pain, the mourning, the sadness
which shall win this brutal war?
Welcome to my March Madness
the violin-throbs
of autumn wound
my heart with languorous
and montonous
sound.
Choking and pale
When I mind the tale
the hours keep,
my memory strays
down other days
and I weep;
and I let me go
where ill winds blow
now here, now there,
harried and sped,
even as a dead
leaf, anywhere.
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CHANSON D'AUTOMNE
Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon cœur
D'une langueur
Monotone.
Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l'heure.
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens,
Et je pleure.
Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
De çà, de là,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.
