Through fields of virgin snow I roam, <br />Fresh lilies bursting in my heart. <br />The dusk to guide my footsteps home <br />Has lit a bright blue candle-star. <br /> <br />Is it light or dark? I cannot say. <br />Is that a cock sings, or the breeze? <br />Perhaps not winter came today <br />But white swans settled in the fields <br /> <br />How smooth the snow is and how white! <br />Blood tingles in the frosty air! <br />Close to my body how I'd like <br />To press the birch-tree's bosom bare. <br /> <br />What sadness does the forest hold! <br />The snowbound field what glad surprise!: <br />O how I'd love now to enfold <br />Within my arms the willow's thighs.<br /><br />Sergey Alexandrovich Yesenin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-fields-of-virgin-snow-i-roam-translated-from-russian/
