#UkrainianPoetry
#Bohdan-IhorAntonych
"Autumn", 1931
Long days are ripening, like spring apples,
linden leaves fall,
the wagon creaks,
the cry of a finch pours around the forest.
The sky deck burns under the sunset,
here is the flock in Ottawa,
gray gray clouds,
in the manger of the ravine, a bright jay eats a hawk.
Drunk piano on grass piano
the wind blew
The days are getting shorter, uneven,
roosters drink at midnight
and
bones, bones,
swarm of wasps
and that's it
it's already autumn