Usevalad Stseburaka. Let me tell you what you don't see beyond the sea
Usevalad Stseburaka published a new poem on his Facebook
Let me tell you,
what you don't see beyond the sea —
how the grasses rejoice in the rain,
how the sun sets behind the forest.
How the night embraces the lights,
how windows glow in the house.
Let me tell you,
what you don't see there, brother.
The reeds tirelessly rustle,
and logs blaze in the stove,
and like precious amber
is thyme honey in a jar.
Here you can wash with dew
here you can get drunk on wild strawberries,
and not marvel enough at the beauty,
and not quench your thirst enough from the spring.
What an autumn it is here now
under the canopy of transparent skies!
And the maple generously gives out
golden and pure leaves.
Here autumn rings like a string
and makes everything familiar different...
There's one thing I don't know,
do you want to see this?..
From the series "Letters to an Unknown Compatriot".
Two sons taken from a Belarusian woman in Italy — because she did not recognize the state and did not send her children to school or to the doctor 1414
Comments
Ты хера пабачыш на Жодзіне.
Бо шыбай там ёсць гафраванае шкло,
Ржавай рэшачкай загароджана.
Там шпацыр ў каменным мяшку,
Сьвятло па начах, брэх сабакаў.
Цяпер бы шчэ ўзяць ды вярнуцца туды,
Абчытаўшыся сьцебуракаў.
мы з папай рымскім правяралі