Summer Is Waning

Chaim Nahman Bialik

1905

Summer is waning from the gold and from the copper
and violet
of leaf fall in gardens, and clouds at twilight
that drown in their own blood.
And the garden empties, only a few stragglers,
a few girls,
raise their eyes to the sky, following
the last columns of the storks.
And the heart is orphaned. Soon a cloudy day
will knock at the window in…
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