‘First Leaves’
By Fyodor Tyutchev
The
youthful leaf is greening,
See
how the birches swaying
With
youthful leaves stand tall,
Their
gossamer green translucent,
Pellucid,
transparent, like smoke.
Long
were they dreaming of spring,
Of
spring and golden summer,
And
now these vivid dreams
Burst
sudden into light
Beneath
the first blue sky.
O
beauty of first leaves,
Bathed
in the rays of the sun,
With
their shadows newly born!
Their
movements let us know
That
in this myriad darkness
Not
one dead leaf exists.
Source: Poems &
Political Letters of F. I. Tyutchev, trans. Zeldin, U. of Tenn.
Press, 1973, p. 82
--
Holy Ælfred the Great,
King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð!
Anathema to the Union!
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