Август - астры,
Август - звезды,
Август - грозди
Винограда и рябины
Ржавой - август!
Полновесным, благосклонным
Яблоком своим имперским
Как дитя, играешь, август.
Как ладонью, гладишь сердце
Именем своим имперским:
Август! - Сердце!
Месяц поздних поцелуев,
Поздних роз и молний поздних!
Ливней звездных
-Август! - Месяц
Ливней звездных!
Марина Цветаева
August - asters,
August - stars,
August - bunches
Of grapes and ashberry
Rusty - August!
Like a child, August
You play with your apple
Good-natured and full of weight.
Like with hand, with your imperial
Name you do caress the heart:
August! - Heart!
Month of late kisses,
Of late roses and late lightning!
Of the rain beneath the stars
August! - Month
Of the rain beneath the stars!
Marina Tsvetayeva
I always felt bittersweet in August because it was the end of summer, perhaps even more bitter than sweet because school on the 1st of September was approaching, but now the bitterness is fading away giving way to admiration. Marina Tsvetayeva was right: August just feels imperial!
It has been September half an hour formally already, but this beautiful piece of poetry is not to be missed!
Photos: Granny's last year August (starry!) asters, rowanberry in granny's street
