Welcoming Winter - 2016

‘Leaves’ by Fyodor Tyutchev

               Let pines and firs

               jut out all winter,

               curled up and sleeping

               through snows and blizzards.

               Their meagre greens,

               like a hedgehog’s spines,

               might never yellow -

               they’re never fresh.

               But we, we’re a light tribe,

               blossoming, glittering

               such a short time,

               guests on our branches.

               All the fine summer

               We’re beautiful people,

               playing with sunbeams,

               bathing in dews.

               The birds have stopped singing,

               flowers stopped blooming,

               sunbeams have paled,

               breezes have dropped.

               So why hang on?  And why go yellow?

               Surely it’s better

               to fly away with them?

               Faster, wild winds,

               faster, faster!

               Snatch us quickly

               from boring boughs.

               Tear us, hurl us away.

               We don’t want to wait.

               Fly, come fly

               and we’ll fly with you!

Source:  http://www.pereplet.ru/moshkow/LITRA/TUTCHEW/english.html, F. Jude, trans., © 2000, opened 18 Dec. 2016

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