Стихи и рассказы в категории September. Читать онлайн

In this September rainy day
I choose to travel by Railway
To follow new and special strangers.
So, I just put on my backpack,

When soft September brings again
To yonder gorse its golden glow,
And Snowdon sends its autumn rain
To bid thy current livelier flow;…

O SWEET September in the valley
Carved through the green hills, sheer and straight,
Where the tall trees crowd round and sally
Down the slope sides, with stately gait…

THE golden-rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bearing down.The gentian's bluest fringes…

Как позлащенные щиты,
Трофеи пламенного неба,
Легли на горные хребты
Поля с роскошной жатвой хлеба.…

It was late September. I’d just poured a glass of wine, begun
to unwind, while the vegetables cooked. The kitchen
filled with the smell of itself, relaxed, its steamy breath
gently blanching the windows. So I opened one,