Rejoice With Me!
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Daniel Brick
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स्वर्ण पत्ता
Rejoice with me, Elizaveta!
It is already the second month
of our midwinter spring here
along the banks of the Mississippi.
I wonder, Why does the weather bless
us with a premature spring? Has it,
after many eons, become impatient
with time? Or is it anxious for
the rites of spring? an impromptu
return of warmth, green fields, county
fairs, picnics, outdoor hikes, the pleasures
of the next two seasons we grasp already.
Oh, and the return of the birds, who dazed
and uncomprehending, will still begin singing
and convince even unbelievers of a natural miracle.
इस कविता को आँकें
अभी कोई आँक नहीं
टिप्पणियाँ
टिप्पणी करने के लिए प्रवेश करना होगा।
प्रवेशइस कविता पर अभी कोई टिप्पणी नहीं। पहले आप हों।