от: http://www.stihi.ru/2013/07/22/7742
************* Ирина Шляпникова
That’s really wonted autumn with regret.
Unsunny heavens kept on pouring wet,
Surroundings all covered with the rain.
I painted all the canvases in grey
with made of misty curls the bush of rose
at lawn of breathing grass and eyes that yours.
Good Heavens! Now I pray in Sun’s behalf:
Let shine for day, for hour, just a half,
you drive away dark clouds out of doors.
I certainly need tiny glister golds
to sate the grey with vivifying force.
28.III.2017