S.Yesenin, Such a watery comfortless moonity... - translation (rus.)
Such a watery comfortless moonity
And the grief of the endless vast plains -
That were things, which I saw in my frisky youth,
Which, though loving, I cursed, not one, say.
Pussy-willows whither along the road,
And telega's wheels (* - a cart) are singing songs...
Not at any price I would be longing
To hear it for another time more.
I became so indifferent to huts,
I disfavoured the fire of hearth,
Even the spring apple blizzard I disliked
All because of the field's empty sight.
I'm fond of the other things now...
In that hectric moon light I discern
Through the stone and steel such material
All the power of native land.
The field Russia! Stop it to plough
Over the furrows of that barren plain!
It is hard to see poverty now
To your birches, to poplars abele.
I don't know, what it'll be with me...
May be I'm not merit to new,
But I'd like to see the steel, intelligent
All my Russia, though today poor.
Listening to the bark of the engines
In a quantity of snowstorms,
Not at any price I'd like to hear
That telega's wheels' old squeaking song.
Lyudmila Purgina's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (S.Yesenin, Such a watery comfortless moonity... - translation (rus.) by Lyudmila Purgina )
- Yellow Lake, Kazuko Shiraishi
- IF only I were A Dove!, FOEVERAMI JOHNSON
- Gust, Kazuko Shiraishi
- Hunger, Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
- My Tokyo, Kazuko Shiraishi
- We fall....TO RISE, Soumita Sarkar Ray
- LOSS....MANY, Soumita Sarkar Ray
- Alchemies, Aleda Shirley
- LAST SONG, Soumita Sarkar Ray
- ETERNAL LOVE, Soumita Sarkar Ray
Poem of the Day
- The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
- Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
- Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
- A Dream Within A Dream, Edgar Allan Poe
- Being With You, Heather Burns
- If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
- Invictus, William Ernest Henley
- No Man Is An Island, John Donne
- Sonnet XVII, Pablo Neruda
(30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
- Heather Burns
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
(24 October 1923 – 20 December 1997)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)