Tag: trees
-
The Silent Boulder
Yakov Shudrikh Capped and wrapped in a blanket of white,the gray boulder—a silent giant—sleeps.Below him, hushed and slender streams murmur,while along his back tread my feet.
-
Spring 1942
And lo and behold Spring has indeed arrived – / Hey, sky – be joyful. Be joyful – / you’re fresh, newborn, and lie in a blue golden cradle / rocked by the gentle wind.
-
At the Tips of Trees
At the tips of trees, days die, / at the tips of trees, magnificent dawns arise – / I am also a tree – and it will be the same for me.
-
Wind in the Woods
The bleak autumn wind keens, / keeping the trees, naked and grey, from sleep. / It has tangled in their branches, / unable to escape. / The trees, powerless to offer release, / bestowed all their gold in a heap / for the wind to doze off in their embrace.
-
Alone
You never brought me white roses / yet the ground is white-bestrewn with them. / The entire earth is redolent of spring blossoms, / early spring blossoming on snow.
-
Alone in the Woods
I stride around alone seeking to hide / my heart’s unease in the snow, the white snow. / Winds have fallen asleep in the rock-cracks / and the hills are silent, hushed and pale.
-
Until the Night Comes
Until the night comes / a day of living is luminous, vast and long — / like the immense yearning to which I’ve succumbed!