AUTUMN IN MY BIRTHPLACE

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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