English translation of the novel «Sleeping Plush Willows»
by the Russian poet and philologist Aleksei Timofeev (1812-1883)
The weeping willows slumber,
Their branches bowing low to the stream.
Ripples rush on in their number,
Whispering through the night’s dark dream.
Thoughts of a past now distant
They bring and stir within me still;
With a heart so sore and persistent,
I reach for those days against my will.
Where are you, my dearest dove?
Do you remember a love like mine?
Do you, too, suffer and long thereof,
Weeping in silence through night’s design?
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Weeping Willows
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