Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

In September

The winds are in the wood again to-day,
    Not moaning as they moan among bare boughs
In winter dark, nor baying as they bay
    When hunting in full moon, the spring to rouse;

Nor as in summer, soft: the insistent rain
    Hisses the woe of my void life to me;
And the winds jibe me for my anguish vain,
    Sibilant, like waters of the washing sea.

1. Dublin Tramcars
2. The Stars Stand up in the Air
3. Averil
4. The Philistine
5. Of the Man of My First Play

Amy Levy (Эми Леви) In September ("The sky is silver-grey; the long")

Тема стихотворения (Poem Theme): September (Сентябрь)

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