PRE-WINTER MELANCHOLY
(Free translation from Russian by the author Yosef Latman)
In sunset purple, the clouds, as plain hilly,
Stretching over forest, over sea and valley,
They endowed in morning me with rain cold...-
And I get wet all the way under cloak old .
What will happen soon here?.. Will happen a wonder? -
May be rains will shed from the faded skies. -
Here, where walruses don′t dive into ice-hole in winter,
In storms no one is looking for inns in ices...
Visions jump...
Can my mind whether them to calm?..
Or them, as the horses, - reliable to hobble?
The clouds are overhanging ... The dark heaven
Heavy showers are gnawing and are gnawing
under the wind′s unceasing howling.
28.02.2020