Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)

September

The bubbled blue of morning-glory spires,
Balloon-blown foam of moonflowers, and sweet snows
Of clematis, through which September goes,
Song-hearted, rich in realized desires,
Are flanked by hotter hues: by tawny fires
Of acrid marigolds, that light long rows
Of lamps, and salvias, red as day's red close,
That torches seem by which the Month attires
Barbaric beauty; like some Asian queen,
Towering imperial in her two-fold crown
Of harvest and of vintage; all her form
Majestic gold and purple: in her mien
The might of motherhood; her baby brown,
Abundance, high on one exultant arm.

1. In the Mountains
2. The Iron Cross
3. Above the Vales
4. Communicants
5. Riders in the Night

George Arnold (Джордж Арнольд) September ("Sweet is the voice that calls")

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