Roze Perets-Laks
So good on a wintry blue dawn
to sweetly stretch out
one’s tired limbs
and feel the tender embrace
of the bed.
Then the rosy velvet windowpanes
are etched diamond-sharp
and snowflakes so gentle
fall near the window
like little sleepy doves.
And mixed up in one’s head are:
silvery sounds of sleds,
the late Spring field, the
sour cherry tree scattered
with white leaf buds and
small boys already playing raffles.
Translated by Miri Koral
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