Sergei Yesenin

Blossom Wite Bird Cherries Scatter

Blossom wite bird cherries scatter On the on the dewy grass like snow. Hungry rooks in ploughland gather, Picked warms up as they go. Low the silk smooth grath is bending, Pitch scents to the pine-trees cling. Groves in leaf, and luscios meadows - How the senses reel in spring! Secret things give me pleasure, Heart-ease and delight they bring. There's a girl whose love I treasure And of her alone I thing. Shed your blossom-snow, bird cherries! Sing, birds, in they shady groves. Weaving up and down the meadow I'll go scattering flower foam.

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