Есть в осени первоначальной - Тютчев | Russian Poetry with English Translation

Тютчев стихи "Есть в осени первоначальной". Russian poem with SUBTITLES and English translation. Fyodor Tyutchev / Фёдор Тю́тчев (1803 – 1873) is one of the three greatest Russian Romantic poets.
Ф. И. Тютчев «Есть в осени первоначальной...»
Есть в осени первоначальной
Короткая, но дивная пора –
Весь день стоит как бы хрустальный,
И лучезарны вечера...

Где бодрый серп гулял и падал колос,
Теперь уж пусто всё – простор везде, –
Лишь паутины тонкий волос
Блестит на праздной борозде.

Пустеет воздух, птиц не слышно боле,
Но далеко еще до первых зимних бурь –
И льется чистая и теплая лазурь
На отдыхающее поле...

* * *
There is a spell in autumn early,
One all too brief, of an enchantment rare:
The nights are radiant and pearly,
The days, pellucid, crystal-clear.

Where played the sickle and fell the corn, a mellow,
A warm and breathless stillness reigns supreme;
Spanning the brown and idle furrow,
A dainty thread of cobweb gleams.

The birds have flown, we hear no more their clamour,
But winter's angry winds not soon will start to blow -
Upon the empty fields there pours the azure glow
Of skies that have not lost the warmth of summer.

* * *
Exists in the autumnal growing
A brief, but an enchanting phase:
The day – as if in crystal glowing,
The dusk – in the resplendent glaze.

Where ears fell to zesty sickle's rending,
It's bare around; through a widespread range
Glows only, thinning and unbending,
A web string on an idle trench.

The air's depleting, quiet – birds have pealed,
Of nascent wintry storms there isn't a clue,
And pours the warm and the transparent blue
Onto a resting field...

* * *
There is a fleeting, wondrous moment
during autumn's early days:
time stands motionless, time's a crystal,
evenings bathe in brilliant rays.

Where sickles swung and crops were toppled,
there's just an empty wasteland now.
A strand of glittering web is all you notice
across an idle track cut by a plough.

The air has emptied. Birds no longer chatter,
though there's some time to wait for winter's snow and rain,
and pure and warm, a gentle blue is flowing
across the resting plains.

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