Sergei Yesenin

A Dream: Black Road

A dream: black road. White horse. Stubborn foot. And on the horse rides someone dear, rides someone dear I do not love. Ah, Russian birch, narrow pathway, only that one dear as sleep, her hold with your boughs like expert hands. Moonlight. Blue, sleep. The horse clops well. Such music light for that unique one, she who holds such light, but not exists. A hooligan, maudling with rhymes. At a mad career to keep the heart hot, through birchy Russia to meet with her, my non-beloved.

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