Ý. Äèêèíñîí. 656. The name of it is Autumn

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Òàê âîò ÷òî çíà÷èò "îñåíü" –
Íà âñåì îòòåíîê êðîâè –
Àðòåðèÿ – íà ãîðêå –
À âåíà – âäîëü äîðîãè –

Àëëåè êðàñíûõ êëåòîê
Îòêðûòû – â âîçäóõ – áðûçãè –
Òàðåëêó íàáîê – âåòðû –
Äîæäü àëûé ëüåòñÿ ìèìî –

Ïÿòíàåò õîëñò ïîâîçîê –
Áàãðÿíåö â ëóæàõ êîïèò –
È – ÿðêî-êðàñíîé ðîçîé –
Óíîñèòñÿ  â âîðîíêó.


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The name — of it — is "Autumn" —
The hue — of it — is Blood —
An Artery — upon the Hill —
A Vein — along the Road —

Great Globules — in the Alleys —
And Oh, the Shower of Stain —
When Winds — upset the Basin —
And spill the Scarlet Rain —

It sprinkles Bonnets — far below —
It gathers ruddy Pools —
Then — eddies like a Rose — away —
Upon Vermilion Wheels —