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THE WEATHER OF LIFE...
(Free translation by Author Yosef Latman)
Admit, not every weather
For us, alas, as God′s grace...
We wait six months the good weather,
While it will give to us the Heaven,
Baring beauty the sky"s face,
Having scattered the clouds,
Like the flock of the ravens
and of crows...
But often at the time of the sun and bloom
In the arms of pristine silence, -
as a balm′s room. *
We flinch like the wet logs
Under showers of unbidden spring,
Which promises many joyful songs
November 2019; *balm - утешение
*room - пространство