I see from this height of the falcon
As river is weaving its thread,
As swallows rush in the air
And sky is so endless and spread …
The bridge pending over the river
Ski tower: imagine the jump
As eyes close and heart starts to shiver –
Then land … And a pain in a rump …
But now I’m again at a window
And hundreds of houses I see,
They huddle creating the city –
The port of a never-been sea.
The huge University building
And smaller – those hide in the trees –
Romantic and marvelous mansions:
I watch ‘em and sigh with an ease …
The trees are in blossom – so faddish,
I count 'em: one thousand, two, three…
Чего из окна не увидишь
С вершин Воробьевой горы!
19 May 2011
At a window
© Copyright: Nicholas, 2011
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