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The Lament of Eurydice

A/N This is not to be confused with A Lament for Eurydice which I've taken a break from until my schedule is less full. 
A couple of years ago, the professor who taught my French composition class made us write a poem. Poetry is not my strong suit but I was pretty proud of how mine came out.
I was considering putting this poem in A Lament for Eurydice as a song that Orpheus sings but decided against it. He is supposed to be the world's greatest poet (which I am not) and I think it's presumptuous to put words in his mouth.

[Francais]
J'aimais l'automne, si tu le croirais.

Tout ce que j'ai toujours voulu était que le temps accélérerait  et de ne passer si lentement.

Mais maintenant qu'il est passé, je ne le récupérerai jamais.

Je me souviens de marcher dans un champ de fleurs,

En marchant côte à côte, main dans la main.

Maintenant, il n'y a que des  tas de feuilles mortes

Et des serpents dans l'herbe.

Je suis toute seule.

Mon coeur appartiendra toujours à celui que j'ai laissé derrière moi

Je voulais rester; j'espère qu'il souvient de cela.

Sa chanson ne peut plus me réveiller

Il restera seul  ici

Les feuilles sont vertes sur l'arbre, jusqu'à ce qu'ils

Deviennent marron et souffler loin

Les fleurs fleurissent jusqu'à ce qu'elles pourrissent

C'est le chemin de toutes choses;

Même la mienne. 

[English]

To think, I used to like the Fall.

All I ever wanted was for time to speed up and not go by so slowly.

But now that it was passed, I will never get it back.

I remember walking through a field of flowers,

walking side by side, hand in hand.

Now, there are only piles of dead leaves

and snakes in the grass.

I am all alone.

My heart will always belong to the one

I left behind me.

I wished to stay; I hope he remembers that.

His song cannot wake me anymore.

He will stay here all alone.

Leaves are green on the trees until

they turn brown and blow away

Flowers bloom until they rot

It is the way of all things; even mine.

A/N This poem is inspired by Flowers (Eurydice's Song) by Anaïs Mitchell from her fantastic Hadestown album

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