Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet

(5 December 1820 - 3 December 1892 / Novosyolky)

Poems of Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet

The September Rose

To sighs of morning air, that froze,-
(With her lips opened for a say),
How curiously has smiled the rose
On a September fleeting day!

And how has she ever dared
To greet, with air of springy queens,
The single blue-tit, in the bare
Shrubs fleshing in the orb of wings;

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