Sergei Yesenin

On Heavenly Blue Course

On heavenly blue course, a fiery star - As if ready to char the forests and perish With them in yellow clouds of honeyed Smoke, the sun prepares for a rest. Dreamy night falls. People fall asleep. Only I torment myself. I wish; I weep... Among the clouds, the tall evergreens Breathe-in the sweet smoke; the shy Mountain-pines climb in-between Grasping the hill for a glimpse of the sky. Water splashes, plop, plop, plop, On the bog, creaks the heron, And from the clouds, like a drop, A lone star keeps gazing on. I would like to, like a rocket, Zoom into the sky in opaque smoke...

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