There are questions which stand after answers –
And a person ask them with a prank -
And he knows for sure - after summers –
It is always just winter that comes.
I don’t really like banal questions:
That is obvious: bodies and monks.
It is fall that I really care for –
With a frolicsome ribbon in curls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem