Стихотворение американского поэта Джорджа Арнольда на английском языке и в трёх переводах на русский язык. SEPTEMBER Sweet is the voice that calls From babbling waterfalls In meadows where the downy seeds are flying; And soft the breezes blow And eddying come and go In faded gardens where the rose is dying. Among the stubbled corn The blithe quail pipes at morn, The merry partridge drums in hidden places, And glittering insects gleam Above the reedy stream Where busy spiders spin their filmy laces. At eve, cool shadows fall Across the garden wall, And on the clustered grapes to purple turning, … Читать далее →