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| Translated from Russian by Daniel Weissbort |
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* * * I'm just a stalk in the field, A shoot stirred by morning's breathe… Earth! Enough I should be a stem, Stirring under a blue canopy, To be measured by your greatness! Breeze, soft flowing, Descended onto the grass from above… Eternity! Enough for me to be such a breeze, Endless, as are you! Until earth parts from warmth, And sun turns away its face, Enough to be a tiny part, But like you, universe, already great! 1917 |
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