Представил я газету, увидев снега клок -
Летевшую по ветру, да край в воде подмок.
Чернели пятна грязи, как будто шрифт размыт
Сенсационной фразы -
.............вот только день забыт...
A Patch of Old Snow
There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten –
If I ever read it.