Dorothy Parker (Дороти Паркер)

August

When my eyes are weeds,
And my lips are petals, spinning
Down the wind that has beginning
Where the crumpled beeches start
In a fringe of salty reeds;
When my arms are elder-bushes,
And the rangy lilac pushes
Upward, upward through my heart;

Summer, do your worst!
Light your tinsel moon, and call on
Your performing stars to fall on
Headlong through your paper sky;
Nevermore shall I be cursed
By a flushed and amorous slattern,
With her dusty laces' pattern
Trailing, as she straggles by.

1. Lullaby
2. Faut de Mieux
3. Roundel
4. A Certain Lady
5. Песня для солдата • War Song

Lizette Reese (Лайзетт Риз) August ("No wind, no bird. The river flames like brass")

Тема стихотворения (Poem Theme): August (Август)

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