Asters (Liudas Gira Poems)
Out there beside the garden wallI glimpse belated asters blowing;Yet I don't mourn the summer's goingOr weep the ruin of ...
Out there beside the garden wallI glimpse belated asters blowing;Yet I don't mourn the summer's goingOr weep the ruin of ...
Poppies in my heart have sprung,Bright-red poppies - every one.At the earth and sky they smile.What do they foretell the ...
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