Wednesday, January 18, 2017

The Importance of Not Being Arcovazzi


This vastness of white has me dazed!
From the frost, my blood starts to surge.
I just want to reach out and embrace
The bare naked breast of each birch.

Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin, I trample the first fallen snow
English translation by Andrey Kneller

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