Sergei Yesenin

I'm Back At Home. My Dear Land

I'm back at home. My dear land Is pensive, spreading all around! The twilight waves its snow-white hand To greet me from beyond the mound. The grizzle of the gloomy day Is floating by over my home, and The evening fills me with dismay Like insurmountable torment. Above the church, over the dome, The sunset shade has fallen down. My dear friends, I'm back at home, And won't be seeing you around. The years have flown like a whirl, And where are you, my friends, I wonder? All I can hear is the purl Of water by the mill-house yonder. And often, sitting by the hearth, To sound of sedge crack, or whatever, I pray to steaming mother earth For those who're gone and lost for ever.

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