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"Chanson d'automne" ("Autumn Song") is a poem by Paul Verlaine (1844–1896), one of the best known in the French language. It is included in Verlaine's first collection, Poèmes saturniens, published in 1866 (see 1866 in poetry). The poem forms part of the "Paysages tristes" ("Sad landscapes") section of the collection. [1]
A breakup song is a song describing the breakup of an intimate relationship, with associated emotions of sadness, frustration, anger, and sometimes of acceptance or relief. . Breakup songs can also reflect specific phases of a breakup, including feelings of estrangement between the partners before the actual breakup, describing the breakup itself, and describing feelings in the aftermath of ...
Teacher and poet Edward Hirsch explores the ennobling powers of poetry in his compendium of masterful works from around the world, "100 Poems to Break Your Heart" (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt). Read ...
I Ain't Gonna Let You Break My Heart Again; I Can Do It with a Broken Heart; I Can't Hate You Anymore; I Could Never Miss You (More Than I Do) I Don't (Mariah Carey song) I Don't Ever Want to See You Again; I Don't Need Your Love; I Don't Wanna Go On with You Like That; I Don't Want To; I Don't Want to Be Your Friend; I Don't Want to Miss a Thing
Sad songs say so much, as Elton John once opined. But sad movies, well, they can totally wreck you for days.Weeks. Years. Sad movies can make you cry, they can make you emotional, and it doesn't ...
"A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" is a metaphysical poem by John Donne. Written in 1611 or 1612 for his wife Anne before he left on a trip to Continental Europe, "A Valediction" is a 36-line love poem that was first published in the 1633 collection Songs and Sonnets, two years after Donne's death.
The emotional trauma of miscarriage is often overlooked when it comes to hopeful fathers, and writer Frederick Joseph wants to change that.
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.