August, by Richard McKane As promised and without deception, /
The sun passed through in early morning /
In a slanting saffron stripe /
From the curtain to the sofa.
It ...
August, by Natasha Gotskaya As it had promised, no cheating, /
The sun at dawn sneaked in and entered, /
Its slanting beam of saffron slipping /
Across the floor toward the...
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Boris Pasternak (français)
Août, Henri Abril Ce matin, au rendez-vous fidèle, /
En oblique traînée de safran /
Est venu se glisser le soleil /
Depuis le rideau jusqu’au divan.
Chaudement d...