Alexander Pushkin.
O melancholy time; the eyes’ enchantment!
I love the beauty of your parting show.
The rich luxuriance of fading nature.
The forests clothed in crimson and in gold.
The noise and cooling breath of autumn wind.
The heavens veiled in undulating mist.
The sun's spears rays, the first few frosty nights.
The distant threats of grey advancing winter.
(Excerpt of "Autumn")
JeanValjean1830 8 months ago
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Alexander Pushkin.
O melancholy time; the eyes’ enchantment!
I love the beauty of your parting show.
The rich luxuriance of fading nature.
The forests clothed in crimson and in gold.
The noise and cooling breath of autumn wind.
The heavens veiled in undulating mist.
The sun's spears rays, the first few frosty nights.
The distant threats of grey advancing winter.
(Excerpt of "Autumn")
JeanValjean1830 8 months ago