Cleared the cornfield, bare the boughs are, <br />From still waters mist is rolling, <br />Like a wheel beyond the mountains <br />Has the silent sun gone rolling. <br /> <br />Dozing is the cart track yonder. <br />In a day dream it was thinking <br />One won't have to wait much longer <br />For the coming of grey winter. <br /> <br />Yesterday as mist came creeping <br />Did not I see in the darkness <br />Like a foal the bay moon leaping <br />Into our snow sledge's harness?<br /><br />Sergey Alexandrovich Yesenin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cleared-the-cornfield-bare-the-boughs-are-translated-from-russian/
