|add to favorites||
|Translated from Russian by Daniel Weissbort|
|about the author |
* * *
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!
|© Copyright Daniel Weissbort: translation from Russian|