I trample the first fallen snow.
My strength’s like a lily in bloom.
The night sets the blue star aglow
Like a candle to light up the gloom.
I can’t tell – is that darkness or light,
Singing winds or the cock on the hill?
Instead of winter, maybe, the white
Downy swans have covered the field?
This vastness of white has me dazed!
From the frost, my blood starts to surge.
I just want to reach out and embrace
The bare naked breast of each birch.
O, these forests, so dark and so dense!
O, the joyful fields under ice!
I just want to enclose in my hands
Every willow’s exposed, wooden thighs.
By Sergey Esenin
Translation by Andrey Kneller