Когда я думаю о проходящем лете
Оригинал: http://www.stihi.ru/2010/07/21/5325
Alyona Yemelina
When I reflect upon the passing summer,
reshuffling shadows of the abandoned hopes –
a grating with exquisite interlacing
in front of me inevitably grows.
I roam along its side for countless hours,
rise on tiptoes, so I may see the birds,
bend to inhale the scent of flowers,
but can’t break through to the enchanted world.
Voice of the sea, so beautiful and distant
soft winds from the Unconscious summons...
when I reflect upon the passing summer.