Yosef Latman
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THE BEGINNING OF SUMMER...
(Free translation from Russian by the author Yosef Latman)
The beginning of summer... The early morning… Wind gusts...
To morning blanching,
Our garden is like in a haze -
One can't see in him trees branches.
Only a weak sun ray at dawn new day's
calls to us.
Twinkling in moonlight's -
A flock ducks are flying in the sky above us. -
They must be in a hurry to get home,
before the storm.
My heart skipped a beat - may be this my youth
Lost her way, coming back to me very slowly?
Or my memory bowl been
Overflowed with a green's
of new life among mossy roots?..-
I think only,
that, seems, to sky is be given know it...
January 2020
The beginning of summer...
© Copyright: Иосиф Латман, 2020
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