Above my head there is grey sky by Ivan Bunin
Above my head there is grey sky,
The wood that's bare without its cover,
Below in glade lemon leaves lie
in darkening dirt in lonely hour.
Cold noise is spreading out above,
Below is silence of the fading...
My youth's a roaming, it is rough,
And lonely thoughts in useless waiting!
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Ivan Bunin, 1889
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2019
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