“…Or, perchance, my heart is dreaming?…”
Sergei Yesenin (4 Oct. 1985 – 27 Dec. 1925)
Silver bluebell, are you singing,
Or, perchance, my heart is dreaming?
Light from rosy icon flashes
Falling on my golden lashes.
Though I’m not that gentle infant
in the flapping splash of pigeons,
Yet my dreams are sweet and distant,
Somewhere in the woodland regions.
I don’t need the narrow house,
Word and mystery won’t welcome.
Teach [...]

