September's Rose 1

Explored Sept 18, 2011 #381

Thank you.

 

 

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;

 

To bloom with steadfast dream that later,

Just leaving her cold bed in rest,

She’ll cling, the last and dissipated,

To a young hostess’s charming breast!

 

 

 

 

Afanasy Afanasevich Fet

 

 

Done