Something happened in nature...
I came out of home... - February!
Snowfalls are by winter swept away
And January run somewhere...
It blows powerfully, smoothly, safely,
As the heir came into law,
And the past flies away, unable
to hold back the onslaught.
And I whisper gratefully, O God,
How can I help you, with what?
Do you want me to put a candle at night,
LET IT SWEEP AND SWEEP ON THE LAND...
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translation from Alex Suslov:
Что-то случилось в природе...
Я из дому вышел... - февраль!
Хляби зимы заметает
И сбежал куда-то январь...
Дует мощно, спокойно, ровно,
Как наследник вступивший в права,
И прошлое прочь отлетает,
Не в силах натиск сдержать.
И шепчу благодарно, о, Боже,
Чем Тебе я могу помочь,
Хочешь свечку поставлю ночью,
Лишь мело на земле и мело...
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This is a lovely poem starting in the natural and ending in the supernatural. The poet is so struck by the wonder he sees in nature that it opens a window to the author of nature - GOD. This is God and human meeting on common ground; it is an original blessing. In Genesis it is written God says his creation is good, in your poem, human beings now say created things are good. Your poem reminds me of a passage about the prophet ELIJAH in the Book of Kings. It's too long for this box. I'll send it as email.