Vic Postnikov - A gust of wind, a howl of snow…
A gust of wind, a howl of snow… <br />Yet, for a moment, in my mind, <br />A land, a distant shore, would glow <br />With faded colours from behind. <br /> <br />And like a dried-up feather-grass <br />My ancient longings spring from sleep… <br />I try to steal through a snowy pass, <br />Yet to the precipice I creep. <br /> <br />Night, woods and snow I have to wade, <br />To haul the burden of my lot… <br />Then, suddenly – a little hut, <br />And girl is singing in the glade. <br /> <br />- Alexander Blok,1919 <br /> <br />Trans. by V.Postnikov,2008<br /><br />Vic Postnikov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-gust-of-wind-a-howl-of-snow/