Hearth And Heart Poem by Evgeniy Filimonov

The wuther, from crevice it bellows
A dialect I entertained
from every hollow

Bedfellow of silence,
Hailed nor'east, how it stokes
in pair, hearth and heart

That propense to past
Distant, mettlesome recollections
Caicias, whom I guest ne'er the stranger
Conversing with haste,
departing sufficiently

That propense, it of a mind to absume
But of none to leave

Permanently blue,
once whole, now asunder
My passions did pursue,
escaping impermanence
for the perennial

Forthwithal I,
Denounce the wind
That revenant of nurturance.