Short Volga Poems

Summer Night On the Volga

Night is hanging a kerchief with stars
above the sleeping Earth
above her sadnesses, passions,
above her restless head.
And only a lunar path
tells dreams to dark Volga.
A Romany fire burns
on the bank of this great Russian river. 
Romany lass dances,
bracelets ring on wrists 
skirts and curls of hair
fly up in dance. 
She is the most beautiful lass in the world now!
That is why the wind is laughing
and night plays with tambourine
of moon and stars.