Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | December 21, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: The Birch-Tree

by Sergei Esenin (1895 – 1925).


The Birch-Tree (1913)


Just below my window

Stands a birch-tree white,

Under snow in winter

Gleaming silver bright.


On the fluffy branches                              5

Sparkling in a row

Dangle pretty tassels

Of the purest snow.


There the birch in silence

Slumbers all day long                              10

And the snow gleams brightly

In the golden sun.


And the dawn demurely

Going on its rounds

With a silver mantle                                 15

Decks again the boughs.



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