I stared at the unfolding road, <br />Beneath the shadow of grand oaks, - <br />Such a familiar old road, <br />Surrounded by flower fence. <br /> <br />The evening fog starts slowly setting, <br />Uneasy sadness brings me tears, <br />When every pebble on this road <br />Seems so familiar and dear. <br /> <br />Why would I ever take the road – <br />It will not bring me to the place <br />Where air gets stifled in my throat – <br />The house where my beloved lives. <br /> <br />When she was born, her feet were strangled <br />They put them in the iron gyves. <br />And she grew up to be a stranger <br />To shady roads’ calling vibes. <br /> <br />When she was born, her heart was strangled <br />They put it in the iron gyves. <br />And she, who’s been my heart’s desire, <br />Will never be my dear wife.<br /><br />Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-road-48/
