The meadow is deadly though fair in autumn
Cows grazing there
Slowly are poisoned
There crocuses color of eye-ring color of lilac
Bloom your eyes like these flowers
Like their rings and like autumn are violet
My life from your eyes slowly takes poison

School children noisily come
Wearing jackets playing harmonicas
To pick crocuses that are like mothers
Daughters of their daughters they are color of your eyelids
Fluttering like flowers in a crazy wind

Softly the cowherd sings
While cows slow and lowing abandon
Forever meadows so evilly flowered by autumn

Guillaume Apollinaire