# I fell in love with this morning

Константин Константинович Иванов

Translated by Inna Pertsovskaya

I FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS MORNING

(English translation of Я влюбился в это утро)


I fell in love with this morning,

Where the birches sleep in dreams,

And the world is wrapped in dawning

In a silence none redeems.

On the leaves and on the catkins -

Wonder, stillness, soft and deep -

As if all were but a game,

Not my sleeping city's sleep.

From afar, a timid whistling

Of the birds that wake and stir;

Like a hieroglyph, a glist'ning

Swallow streaks the sky - a blur.

Clouds with stormy blue are spilling

On the rim of earth their hue.

July, drunk with moisture, thrilling,

Melts the green and blue anew.

Very early, still, and tender,

Curled-up world, so mild and deep,

Gathers strength in sweet surrender,

Like a beast before its leap.