At the end of the century
Old-fashioned classics read,
insatiable, from year to year.
Old-fashioned love dream
as a panacea for ills,
all the adversity of the universe,
personal — too …
Clear days are in the midnight darkness
all grumble, all asking: who
so inhuman to my land?
Someone above cursed — not otherwise …
And, in spite of the passions of at least some,
out of the wilderness of the soul heart-rending cry
torn clarification in love …
Snow in Russia — from summer to summer …
Slushy … rainy … neuyuta …
On the final century. That will sink into oblivion …
New shocks coming …
And under the permafrost, there, under the humus,
mature shoots — on their failure.
Povyazhite scarf, felt boots nadernu,
the snow vernal pobredu …
Plowing his field —
oh, rear sight roused …
All sprouts Kohala
wilt not give.
Drove away misfortunes …
Collection — my years.
Pressed, a voice cried:
that no year — the mature spike.
Here I tied bundles,
turned around a lot …
All day long care
on the other side of the window of my bird.
See: too tired
irrepressible reaper …
Niva compressed … Bread still Suslonov.
Have a job. Means pickings.
Nalyubuyus neopavshim maple.
Resemble the sharp stubble.
And then about a plow up the road,
about birch-tale under the window
read and grandchildren — on the road.
And — would sleep Lermontov’s dream …
Mercantile nuthatch, lyrical tit,
toy bullfinch, crested waxwing!
Already! Already sing! Already I can not sleep!
Already full of hope and solar news.
Thus, the mean fracture! Thus, means have departed
at the northern edge of their own terrible Palestine.
Still be frost, and ahead of a snowstorm,
but certainly the law adopted in spring to grow!
Spring grow! And he starts to wrinkle:
Shake off and I sleep and depression.
Do not laugh, nuthatch! Take a bow, chickadee!
Bullfinch and waxwing, I — with you! In unison!
On the outskirts
That’s ripe, large, reddish,
Apples. On aspen.
But how generously something! But how Ryasno!
Yes, as is clear in the autumn blue.
True, true, ripe apples.
On aspen. And it’s worse than that? ..
Turned around and where is the apple?
Under Osinki aleyut boats,
swam out to sea-puddle.