I have come to you with greeting,
To say that the sun is risen,
By a hot light it is beating
Leaves so softly, it's spring season.
To say that the wood's awaken,
All the wood, with each branch even,
With each bird the wood is shaking
And it longs for what spring's given;
To say that still with my passion,
As before, I have come bending,
And to serve to bliss elation
And to you my soul is ready;
To say that just from everywhere
Mirth pours so that I fully feel,
To say that I am not aware
What I'll sing — a song ripens still.
20 July, 2024
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Фото: Афанасий Фет в 1860-х гг. Автор: Андрей Деньер Источник: Википедия
Афанасий Фет Я пришёл к тебе с приветом на англ
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