And the drake swims to the duck,
And the duck swims to the drake.
Play, my pipe, the songs of luck,
Songs of spring and nature's break.
Spread, my land, like greenish cloth,
Drink the stream of water silk.
Breath, the fawn, just when your birth,
Merge into your mother's milk.
So revive, the gorgeous world,
Born again, the flowers' place,
Better thing than pearls and gold, -
Everything is in your case.
Wait the secret hollow calls
In the thick of universe,
In confessions of black-cocks,
In the mirth of nature's birth...
Tribute To N. Rubtzov, The Russian Poet
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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