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[littleflapper.livejournal.com]

The warm sun is falling, the bleak wind is wailing,
The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,
And the Year
On the earth is her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,
Is lying.
Come, Months, come away,
From November to May,
In your saddest array;
Follow the bier
Of the dead cold Year,
And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.

The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,
The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knelling
For the Year;
The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
To his dwelling.
Come, Months, come away;
Put on white, black and gray;
Let your light sisters play--
Ye, follow the bier
Of the dead cold Year,
And make her grave green with tear on tear.

(screencap from Verte Aile, edited by me, poem Autumn: A Dirge by Percy Bysshe Shelley)

Comments

[wongkk.livejournal.com]

That's an unusual choice of poem but the high Romantic quality is a great match to Gackt's wonderful MM look.

And you can tell that Shelley was English because the reference at the end to "green" and "tear on tear" must be to the endless winter (and summer ha ha) rain here. Happily, your screencap looks quite warm and dry!

Thanks for putting together such a different Autumn piece for us.