Fiodor Tiutchev ---------------------------------------------------------------- (1803-1873) ---------------------------------------------------------------- * * * ---------------------------------------------------------------- There is in autumn early So short but splendid time, The crystal air stays daily, In evening stars fair shine. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Where reaping-hook was walking briskly, There empty places, no ear of rye. And thin gossamer's hair the only Glitters on idle furrow's line. ---------------------------------------------------------------- There's empty field and birds don't cry. Still long before first winter's storm. The fair sky-blue pours own warm On relaxation soil... -------------------------------------------------------- Translation by Vasiliy Panchenko (vipanch), 2012 |