Automne
In this post you will find a poem about autumn by the author Lucie Delarue Mardrus: “Automne – Poésie d’ Lucie Delarue Mardrus”. In this poem you will find French words that will help you develop your vocabulary about these spectacular season of the year. Enjoy!
Lucie Delarue-Mardrus (3 November 1874 in Honfleur – 26 April 1945 ) was a French journalist, poet, novelist, sculptor, historian and designer. She was a prolific writer who produced more than 70 books. In France, she is best known for her poem beginning with the line “L’odeur de mon pays était dans une pomme” (“In an apple I held the smell of my native land.”) Her writings express her love of travel and her love for her native Normandy. L’Ex-voto (1932), for example, describes the life and milieu of the fishermen of Honfleur at the opening of the twentieth century.
French poetry:
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| On voit tout le temps, en automne, Quelque chose qui vous étonne, C’est une branche, tout à coup, Qui s’effeuille dans votre cou.C’est un petit arbre tout rouge, Un, d’une autre couleur encor, Et puis, partout, ces feuilles d’or Qui tombent sans que rien ne bouge.Nous aimons bien cette saison, Mais la nuit si tôt va descendre ! Retournons vite à la maison Rôtir nos marrons dans la cendre |
You see it all the time in the fall, Something that surprises you, It’s a branch, all of a sudden, That blossoms on your neck.It is a small red tree, One, of another color again, And then, everywhere, these golden leaves That fall without anything moving.We like this season, But the night will come so soon! Let us return quickly to the house To roast our chestnuts in the ashes. |
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