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Hayyim Nahman Bialik

(9 January 1873 – 4 July 1934 / Radi, Volhynia)

Summer is dying


Summer is dying in the purple and gold and russet
of the falling leaves of the wood,
and the sunset clouds are dying
in their own blood.

In the emptying public gardens
the last strollers break their walk
to lift their eyes and follow
the flight of the last stork.

The heart is orphaned. Soon
the cold rains will be drumming.
'Have you patched your coat for winter!
Stocked potatoes against its coming?'

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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