Here I am again taking hits
posvetlevshey foliage in the area,
and, Welcoming the return of,
woodpecker knocks loudly as a warning.
And with a birch on a transparent door
falls sheet dozing.
close water, Now 1
let the rain pour lawns.
Smoke floating above the pipe, and fireworks
little nods of gloomy Rani
head of gold in October,
immersed in a wet fog.
Nowhere else to me to make haste
for trouble, for the freedom of the heart.
It remains to see and breathe
silent, cold nature.
5 October 1963, Комарово