You were driving to front

Yosef Latman

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            YOU WERE DRIVING TO FRONT*         
(Free translation from Russian** by the author Yosef Latman)

You were driving to front, your eyes are full of grief,
By  door of  goods vans suddenly appeared mist thick ...
As if prophesying  to us misfortune  big, -
To  evening snows has covered  groves pine trees'.

I  swore to wait for You always, in  times all  ,
If only, friend,  You'd come  back to me  alive.-
From fatal news I barely-barely woke up, like
A stranded trout in hysterics, lone...

Have passed  years - is another  with me now -
And did not escape I the  cold conjugal's  bed, 
As I not passed the blizzard snow's
Long ago, when  winter was wicked.

 Are full of longing  eyes - go again  to front  ,
And the darkness to the doors of the vans approaches.
Touching  by the winds, the almost fallen, crowns,
Winter sadness'  us again with the lightning scares …
August 2020
*  Inspired by the romance "I was  driving  home", by Mary Poiret
** Romance  from the poem  "THIRTEEN", by Yosef Latman