Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)

The Death of Autumn

When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes,
And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind
Like aged warriors westward, tragic, thinned
Of half their tribe, and over the flattened rushes,
Stripped of its secret, open, stark and bleak,
Blackens afar the half-forgotten creek,—
Then leans on me the weight of the year, and crushes
My heart. I know that Beauty must ail and die,
And will be born again,—but ah, to see
Beauty stiffened, staring up at the sky!
Oh, Autumn! Autumn!—What is the Spring to me?

1. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown
2. The Fledgling
3. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew
4. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew
5. To Those Without Pity

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