In the light of the fading and dying moon,
By wraiths of mist-clouds overspread,
I dreamed in an uneartly swoon --
I dreamed of unearthly space ahead...
But my whole heart for the Earth then yearned,
For this ancient sphere, for ever near,
And in that moment with love I burned -
No other globe could be so dear!
May 1st 1981.
Moscow.
Translated from Russian
by Walter May
The dearest globe
© Copyright: Игорь Михайлусенко, 2004
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