Alexander Lawrence Posey (Александр Лоуренс Поузи)

July

THE air without has taken fever;
Fast I feel the beating of its pulse.
The leaves are twisted on the maple,
In the corn the autumn's premature;
The weary butterfly hangs waiting
For a breath to waft him thither at
The touch, but falls, like truth unheeded,
into dust-blown grass and hollyhocks.

The air without is blinding dusty;
Cool I feel the breezes blow; I see
The sunlight, crowded on the porch, grow
Smaller till absorbed in shadow; and
The far blue hills are changed to gray, and
Twilight lingers in the woods between;
And now I hear the shower dancing
In the cornfield and the thirsty grass.

1. On Viewing the Skull and Bones of a Wolf
2. Mother and Baby
3. Song of the Oktahutchee
4. Nightfall
5. To My Wife

John Payne (Джон Пейн) July ("THE meadows slumber in the golden shine")

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