S. Esenin 'On The Lake Has Woven A Red Light Of Dawn...' Poem by Kseniya Rundel

On the lake has woven | a red light of dawn.
Loudly in the forest | cocks of the wood mourn.

An oriole is weeping, sheltered in the hollow.
Only I’m not crying. It’s cheer in my soul.

I know that this evening | you’ll go for a walk,
We will sit together | in a fresh haycock.

I’ll kiss and squeeze you | till you find it jam -
No one can judge the | full of ardor man -

You will strip attires | under my caress,
I’ll make my love sot | to go the whole length…

Let the birds continue | loudly to mourn.
There’s some merry grief in the light of dawn

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