Song at the Beginning of Autumn Now watch this Autumn that arrives In smells. All looks like Summer still; Colours are quite unchanged, the air On green and white serenely thrives. Heavy the trees with growth and full The fields. Flowers flourish everywhere. Proust who collected time within A child’s cake would understand The ambiguity of this – Summer still raging while a thin Column of smoke stirs from the land Proving that Autumn gropes for us. But every season is a kind Of rich nostalgia. We give names – Autumn and Summer, Winter, Spring – As though to unfasten … Читать далее →