Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Indian Summer

These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a backward look.

These are the days when skies put on
The old, old sophistries of June, --
A blue and gold mistake.

Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee,
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief,

Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,
And softly through the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf!

Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,

Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!

1. So Bashful When I Spied Her
2. The Bee
3. A Day
4. The First Lesson
5. Presentiment Is That Long Shadow on the Lawn

Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Indian Summer ("This is the sign!")

Тема стихотворения (Poem Theme): Indian Summer (Бабье лето)

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