Answer to the morning impromptu

Your morning impromptu is very fresh,
It is about February, snow,
It is a staff and loving tenderness
And it's depicting the September rowan,

You weaved like matter out my dreams
And gave it as a present in the morning
So beautiful for both of us - a wreath
You're jolly and you're happy here, as always!

And I walk so cheerfuly in it,
Becoming very confident and stalwart,
Is it the heaven's light or marching rhythm?
Oh world, you'll give me everything I long for!

This is the ray of love, You, poet, gave!
And as the whole world for me - the poet,
It has expanded, has grown in breadth
And as the whole world the poet is growing,

In height, in depth, becoming vast and wide,
And now after your expromt I sing
I captured optimism from your fine lines -
By which you answered to my Fatalism!

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Твой экспромт очень свеж,
Это снег и февраль
Это посох и нежь,
И с рябиной сентябрь,

Ты сплела с моих снов
Наш красивый венок,
Подарила с утра,
Как всегда весела!

И шагаешь так бодр,
Став уверен и тверд,
Это свет или марш?
Мир, ты все мне отдашь!

Этот лучик любви
Ты, поэт, подарил!
А поэт - как весь мир,
Он разросся и вширь,

В высоту, в глубину,
И теперь я пою,
Захватив оптимизм -
Твой ответ в Фатализм!