One of My Russian Poetry In English
THE DREAM
The winter’s confidently taking over.
It’s pretty cool by now, though hardly freezing.
A cat is sleeping, like a child, inside a concrete cage,
And chilling biting wind’s delivered her a dream.
Her body, black as pitch (with spots maybe as black?),
Is hiding in the rear from obtrusive gazes,
From curiosity both idle and improper.
What can they know of the world of feline dreams?!
And in the meantime that reverie is taking her afar.
That far where human pain and malice are unknown,
Where all a soul may pine after is abundant,
Where all of us will some day find peace.
For in those parts where summer reigns the year round,
And golden stars are shining in the sky,
Where rustling trees are by the wind caressed,
There caravans of birds of passage sorrowfully squawk.
That land’s green thickets can be infinitely roamed,
And when your body begs at last for rest,
The leaves will lull you into pleasant slumber,
In the abysmal shade of a long-branched tree.
And when eventually you wake up,
With night returning to replace the day.
And springing down from the tree - a truly stealthy panther,
You haunt the sleepy forest like a shadow, in murk.
And hunger will at bay be kept for sure,
With no abandoning the beauty of the wild,
While trailing back into your cell each morning,
Where food is earned by entertaining loafing folk.
Somewhere, in a cage of callous concrete,
A cat is sleeping like a child, its fingers barely twitching.
A panther ebon black is treading on her sacred path,
With earth untamed and savage laying to her paws.
But soon her dream will ruthlessly be ruined,
From parts so magic to come back to sinful Earth,
From land of freedom, food and anything you wish for.
Well, anything a leopard might in reveries pursue!
The winter’s confidently taking over.
It’s pretty cool by now, though hardly freezing.
A cat is sleeping, like a child, inside a concrete cage,
And chilling biting wind’s delivered her a dream.
Her body, black as pitch (with spots maybe as black?),
Is hiding in the rear from obtrusive gazes,
From curiosity both idle and improper.
What can they know of the world of feline dreams?!
And in the meantime that reverie is taking her afar.
That far where human pain and malice are unknown,
Where all a soul may pine after is abundant,
Where all of us will some day find peace.
For in those parts where summer reigns the year round,
And golden stars are shining in the sky,
Where rustling trees are by the wind caressed,
There caravans of birds of passage sorrowfully squawk.
That land’s green thickets can be infinitely roamed,
And when your body begs at last for rest,
The leaves will lull you into pleasant slumber,
In the abysmal shade of a long-branched tree.
And when eventually you wake up,
With night returning to replace the day.
And springing down from the tree - a truly stealthy panther,
You haunt the sleepy forest like a shadow, in murk.
And hunger will at bay be kept for sure,
With no abandoning the beauty of the wild,
While trailing back into your cell each morning,
Where food is earned by entertaining loafing folk.
Somewhere, in a cage of callous concrete,
A cat is sleeping like a child, its fingers barely twitching.
A panther ebon black is treading on her sacred path,
With earth untamed and savage laying to her paws.
But soon her dream will ruthlessly be ruined,
From parts so magic to come back to sinful Earth,
From land of freedom, food and anything you wish for.
Well, anything a leopard might in reveries pursue!