Yosef Latman
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AUTUMN
(Free translation from Russian by the author Yosef Latman)
Blushed shyly the foliage of autumn grove,
By the winter dropping the garment her own...
The dull autumn easier and thinner,
Than the first blazing flowering spring day.
The fields, warming in the arms of fog, by luck,
Are sleeping until morning, languid, barely breathing,
The trees, are swaying gently, as if a bit drunk,
Are throwing the golden leaves, rustling.
Rushing rain guttering to the garden beds.
Windows like ancient, from mica, barrier.
In a non-woven carpets, as if in a crib,
Fosters night Starfall icy. Night, as harrier.
Marсh 2020