I was born in wild march

Yosef Latman

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        I  WAS  BORN IN  WILD  MARCH      
(Free translation from Russian by the author Yosef Latman)

Month March is freezing at crossroads
Of streets of Summer and of Winter,
Where storm   drops some sparkles 
                on to hills.               
In a little time  they vane, when wind is,
Even if it's one  from   wind-rose.

I was born in wild March  at night still.
Under of  the blizzard's drunken whistle.
At this time imp was on watch  hovered               
Over Moon, which was  shadow covered.

And since then a Blizzard of dust
Is blurring my eyes,
And, experiencing the past,
Shows miracles very nice:

It can will turn into a drop,
Or in a storm or  in a strong frost,
And, sometimes  suddenly ... it'll   smile,               
But somehow aloof.   I don't know  why...
04.09.2020