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The gold stars are sleeping,
The mirror-pond trembles,
The dawn light comes creeping
And heaven's net reddens.
The birch-tree smiles sleepily,
Her silk locks free-flowing,
Green earrings are rustling,
And silver dew glowing.
Tall nettles by the fencing
Their bright pearls are flauting
And whispering merrily:
"Good morning!"
1914
Sergei Esenin (1895-1925). Selected Poetry. Moscow: Progress Publishers, 1982. Translated by Peter Tempest.
