Gifts of Autumn (Albinas Zukauskas Poems)
The wind, in the stubble rustling, announces Autumn.The fields have turned grey, and in hollows the oxen are lowing.The gossamer's ...
The wind, in the stubble rustling, announces Autumn.The fields have turned grey, and in hollows the oxen are lowing.The gossamer's ...
Well, maybe now, towards autumn,In the dusk, when in my father's orchardA giant moon hangs on above the fence,When from ...
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