Autumn, by Avrahm Yarmolinsky “What does not enter then my drowsy mind…?” /
— Derzhavin
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October comes at last. The grove is shaking /
The last reluctant leaves from naked b...
Autumn, by Peter France "What then does not invade my drowsy mind?" /
(Derzhavin)
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October's here already; the grove already /
is shaking from bare branches its last l...