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A Winterly Flower

In these parts, quite different spirits I meet —
Reserved and cold-eyed, with eyelashes frost nipped,
In these parts, the sun takes a winter-long leave —
It watches half-heartedly as I receive
The mystical guests in my cozy mansion,
And serve them sweet tea with unfeigned attention,
We hold conversations like straws in the wind,
With me giving heed not to words but to hints...
And, while on a walk in the Neskuchny Sad,
I’d chance upon one cherry flower-bud! —
Since then I’ll see everything in different light:
I’ll come through it all. Even through winter-tide.