lunes, 7 de febrero de 2011

The Cherry Orchard

Some wood and leaves
And flowers and dirt that cannot move.
A thick trunk with many rings of life
Has seen it all,
Survived it all,
Has never changed,
Has lived forever.

The Cherry Orchard
Provided shade for the slaves,
Made young Lyubov happy with her flowers.
Reminds old Lyubov of the past.

And now the old mother must be cut.
She who has become a history book.
Her pages never to be read.
Never to be understood.

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