The August Letter
Hi, Ira, hi!
How are you?
August wanders
outside a window here.
The rainy trace behind him
stretched from the far country.
This August is similar to Alexander Block
Yes, Ira, he is a Poet!
You believe?
This summer he has written for us
The hot sonnets
and the songs of asters and phloxes.
Changeable August!
I am sorry, but
Probably, he will stop loving us soon.
Hi, Ira, hi! How are you?
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