Sergey Alexandrovich Yesenin

(1895-1925 / Russia)

Waken me early tomorrow...(translated from russian)


Waken me early tomorrow,
Dear mother, patient and kind!
I'll go past the boundary barrow
To welcome a friend of mine.

In the forest today I noticed
Wheel-tracks where a cart had rolled.
The breeze below dark cloud blowing
Is ruffling the arch of gold.

It will race by tomorrow at daybreak,
With moon-cap ducking under a bush,
And her red tail playfully waving
The mare through the meadow will rush.

Waken me early tomorrow,
Turn the light on in our neat room.
They say I'll become an illustrious
Poet of Russia soon.

I shall laud you and the visitor,
Our stove, cock and humble home…
And the milk that your russet cows give
Shall over my verses flow.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 07, 2010

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