Autumn Poem by Galina Italyanskaya


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Autumn, looking fragile like a russula,
Orphaned like a lone aspen leaf,
Tiptoeing into winter by the edge of the forest
Whispering: 'Turn away,
Do not peer! '
And wrapping herself in the dark-blue twilight
Like in a thinnest pellucid shawl,
Hand in hand with the rain,
Is going towards
The first morning hoarfrost,
The first snowfall...
So pitiful!
‘Cause all of them, autumns, are different,
And this one, waving her hand goodbye,
A charming ginger gray-eyed damsel,
Will vanish somewhere behind the stream.
And after the next summer, sooner or later,
Another autumn will suddenly come,
With no slightest glimmer of recognition
In the very same innocent clear grey eyes,
So similar to her, but still unrepeatable,
Like her younger sister or her own child.
Then, discarding the power of gold, she will leave me,
Disappear in the darkness of winter's night.

September 2018

Friday, September 28, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
It's an English version of my poem first written in Russian, so it may look awkward. I translated it at the request of a friend who doesn't speak Russian and can't read the original poem.

Осень, хрупкая, как сыроежка,
Сиротливая, как осиновый лист,
Краем леса уходит в зиму неспешно,
Осторожно и шепчет мне: "Отвернись!
Не смотри! ", и, кутаясь в сумерки синие,
Словно в прозрачную тонкую шаль,
С дождиком об руку к первому инею,
К первому снегу в объятия…
Потому что все они, осени, разные.
И эта, махнув напослед рукой,
Девочка рыжая сероглазая,
Сгинет где-то там за рекой.
А за следующим летом, поздняя, ранняя,
Улыбчивая или с лицом в слезах,
Придёт - и ни проблеска узнавания¬
В таких же серых её глазах.
Похожая, но не она, другая,
Точно родная сестра или дочь,
И так же, золота власть свергая,
Уйдёт от меня в темноту, в ночь.
Chinedu Dike 05 November 2019

An insightful descriptive verse written with clarity of thought and mind. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Galina.

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C F 24 February 2019

Amazing description of Autumn, so rich in images and feeling.... a powerful cycle of comebacks and goodbyes.

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Khairul Ahsan 17 January 2019

'Then, discarding the power of gold, she will leave me, Disappear in the darkness of winter's night' - A nice poem on Autumn ends in a sad note, that makes it more beautiful!

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Unnikrishnan E S 30 September 2018

Hi Galina, Profound writing. Thank you for blessing us with this English version, for I do not read Russian

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Kostas Lagos 28 September 2018

Amazing! No autumn would leave after reading this poem!

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Galina Italyanskaya 28 September 2018

Thank you!)

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