Cleared the cornfield...
Cleared the cornfield, bare the boughs are,
From still waters mist is rolling,
Like a wheel beyond the mountains
Has the silent sun gone rolling.
Dozing is the cart track yonder.
In a day dream it was thinking
One won't have to wait much longer
For the coming of grey winter.
Yesterday as mist came creeping
Did not I see in the darkness
Like a foal the bay moon leaping
Into our snow sledge's harness?
S.Yesenin
Translated from russian by Peter Tempest
Wayne Tsipouras 21/12/2007 20:29
Splendid words and mood, the Russians understand winter!Expresive photo, well captured moment.
-Wayne
Véronique Soulier 21/12/2007 15:08
nice poem, nice tribute To welcome Mr Winter, Véronique