New stanzas to Augusta, I

"Новые стансы к Августе"
(Иосиф Бродский)


I
On Tuesday came September.
It rained all night through slumber.
All birds have flown away.
But only I'm so lone and brave,
I didn't even watch them distance.
Deserted sky is torn in half,
rain sews the clearance.
I don't need South.