The nineteenth century French poet Paul Verlaine fairly early on in his career penned a brief example of said art entitled Chanson d’Automne which translates more or less into Song of (or for) Autumn. A literal translation of the poem reads as thus:
The long sobs
Of the violins
Of autumn
Wound my heart
With a languor
Monotonous.
All suffocating
And pale when
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