|omitkina ||Дата: Среда, 02.03.2016, 10:52 | Сообщение # 1|
|The lost estate|
Suddenly, this morning, it came up to my mind
To be a good enchantress, sweet, nice and very kind.
I found a handful of glass beads to decorate my gown
And picked a pile of colored leaves to make a lovely crown.
I left my house for the wood to find a stump alone,
An old one, dry but pretty good to use it as a throne.
I took a small twig and began to touch with it the trees,
To stroke and poke them gently just to make the nature breathe.
The first awaked an ancient oak and told of previous age:
About lovely ladies, each one with her own page,
Who’d driven along the tree-lined lanes in their stylish hoods
When there’d been a large estate in place of these brush-woods,
Whose landlord had been so rich and able to afford
To keep a bear in the cage; he’d been a real lord!
I could not move just standing still and breathing out and in
And waiting with my jumping heart a wonder to begin.