Fields sparking white
Spread to the edge of the earth
A team of oxen slowly moves
At the ancient pace
No trees to break the snowy spread
The silent sound of hooves
Look! Carrots!
Thick as your arm
Turnips! Hard as stone
Like monuments
And beets! Small blood red
And sweet
The only sweet
Reindeer
A distant herd grazing in the distance
The farmer secretly dreams of meat
But cannot eat
Vibrant, clear
A shot cuts through the sunny morning scene
Slim leather whip prostrates a shapeless back
The booted kolhoznik breaks
A gray hued peasant
Who was in his way
He falls against the frozen earth
An ancient wooden clog is thrown aside
Revealing a home knit woolen sock
With many holes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful poem, powerful portrayal of mans inhumanity of man, thank you for sharing this Liilia, lest we forget! !