My heart skips a beat for this poem - such a lovely thought.
|Jack Brauer http://www.mountainphotographer.com/|
On A Bare Hill's Top...(aka The Pine Tree)
On a bare hill's top, in the North, wild and cold,
A lone pine-tree somewhere stands;
She dozes, swaying, all covered by snow
With a mantel from feet to a head.
She sees in her dreams: in a faraway desert,
In lands where the sun enters skies,
Alone and sad, on a rock's sunburnt lather,
A beautiful palm-tree abides.
By Mikhail Yurevich Lermontov (1814-1841)
Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, November, 2000
Hello April - It's National Poetry Month!Over the next few weeks I'll be sharing all things poetic here at Calendar Gal.