MY FORGET-ME-NOTS, BELOVED YOU MINE (Free translation from Russian by the author Yosef Latman)
My forget-me-nots, beloved you mine, In the green humid grass like blue lights, Old woods′ dear gentle girlfriends, Like living brush strokes of wonderful paints.
Who picked and crumpled you, forget-me-nots! Which winds carried away the petals, Who has played such the cruel jokes, And hitherto go down the bitter rains?
And now autumn is joking with me: Melancholy... The horizon not see. A mist Is hanging outside the windows like a pall ... This autumn more bitter than wormwood, than rain cold. 12.01.2021