September, by Vladimir Markov and Merrill Sparks The all-dressed-up in gold, consumptive-looking gardens — /
Where their slow sickness wears magenta-rich veneers. /
The late glow of the sun linge...
September, by Yevgeny Bonver The gardens full of gold and decay, /
With lure of purple of the swelling ailments, /
And tardy heat of sun in curves of sunbeam’s remnants, /
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