There was and stayed forever here

In my mind

In my memories

Corn field yellow in the autumn

The wind does not lash

My face directly

For years I have not seen grapes ripen

I have gone blind by nearness of home

And I cannot remember in their shadow

If the plain longs for sleep


Translated by: Ludmila Demakova

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