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# A 1899 poem by Konstantin Balmont on the coming of autumn
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- Published: 2024-09-25T10:02:07.000Z
- Updated: 2026-10-02T18:35:41.000Z
- Author: Alexandr Radayev
- Tags: Art, Books, Nature

The cowberries are ripening,  
The days have turned colder,  
And the cry of the birds  
Only saddens the heart.  
Flocks of birds are flying  
Away, beyond the blue sea.  
All the trees are glittering  
In their many-coloured attire.  
The sun laughs more rarely,  
The flowers have no fragrance.  
Soon Autumn will awaken  
And weep, still half asleep.

*Literal translation*

**Konstantin Balmont, 1899.**

*Illustration: Isaak Brodsky. Fallen Leaves, 1913.*