Afanasy Afanasevich Fet

Here you will find the Poem The September Rose of poet Afanasy Afanasevich Fet

The September Rose

To sighs of morning air, that froze,-
(With her lips opened for a say), 
How curiously has smiled the rose
On a September fleeting day!

And how has she ever dared
To greet, with air of springy queens,
The single blue-tit, in the bare
Shrubs fleshing in the orb of wings; 

To bloom with steadfast dream that later,
Just leaving her cold bed in rest,
She?ll cling, the last and dissipated, 
To a young hostess?s charming breast!