For you, Robert! Sergey Yesenin.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Night



The tired day droops, slowly waning ,

The noisy waves are now tranquil.

The sun has set, the moon is sailing

Above the world, absorbed and still.



The valley listens to the babbles

Of peaceful river in the dale.

The forest, dark and bending, slumbers

To warbling of the nightingale.



The river, listening in and fondling,

Talks with the banks in quiet hush.

And up above resounds,а a-rolling,

The merry rustle of the rush.



1910 -1912
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WHAT IS GONE CANNOT BE RETRIEVED



Lovelyа night I will never retrieve it,

And I won't see my sweet precious love.

And the nightingale's song, I won't hear it,

Happy song that it sang in the grove!



That sweet night is now gone irrevocably

You can't tell it: please come back and wait.

Autumn weather has nowа set in locally,

With perpetual rains, damp and wet.



Fastа asleep in the grave is my sweetheart

Keeping love, as before, in her heart.

And however it tries, autumn blizzard

Cannot wake her from sleep, flesh and blood.



So the nightingale's singing has ended,

As the song-bird has taken to flight,

And I can't hear the song now, so splendid,

Which it sang on that sweet chilly night.



Gone and lost are the joyous emotions

That I felt in those days and conceived.

All I have now is chill in my conscience.

What is gone can't be ever retrieved.



1911-1912
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The Stars



Stars little stars, you're so high and so clear!

What have you got in you, so fascinating?

Stars, deep in thought, so discreet you appear,

What is the power that makes you so tempting?



Stars, little stars, youТre so dense and so solid!

What is it that makes you so great and alluring?

How can you,а heavenlyа bodies, afford it:

Stirring a thirst and desire for learning?



Why, as you shine, are youа nice and inviting

Into your wide open arms, on the instant?

Pleasing the heart, so benign and enticing,

Heavenly stars, so remote and so distant!

1911-1912

ALL Sergey Yesenin poems!!!! And each is a gem ....Tyr