Yosef Latman
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I WAS BORN IN WILD MARCH
(Free translation from Russian by the author Yosef Latman)
Month March is freezing at crossroads
Of streets of Summer and of Winter,
Where storm drops some sparkles
on to hills.
In a little time they vane, when wind is,
Even if it's one from wind-rose.
I was born in wild March at night still.
Under of the blizzard's drunken whistle.
At this time imp was on watch hovered
Over Moon, which was shadow covered.
And since then a Blizzard of dust
Is blurring my eyes,
And, experiencing the past,
Shows miracles very nice:
It can will turn into a drop,
Or in a storm or in a strong frost,
And, sometimes suddenly ... it'll smile,
But somehow aloof. I don't know why...
04.09.2020
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