Sergei Yesenin

Swamps And Marshland Sodden

Swamps and marshland sodden, Heaven а cloth of blue, Pinewoods that are throbbing With а golden hue. Tomtits through the foliage Flit with other birds, Of the calls of mowers Dream the shady firs. Creaking through the meadow Goes а country cart - Wooden wheels а heady Linden scent impart. Willows hear their branches Whistle in the breeze... Country long abandoned, Where my heart's at ease!..

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