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Letter to mother

‘I’ll come back when our garden is white
with the blossoms that I used to know;
but this time don’t wake me at daybreak,
as you did one day, eight years ago.

Don’t awaken the dreams that are gone;
don’t rehearse what can never come true.
That weary grief that living can bring
fell to my lot when life was still new.

And don’t ask me to pray. Don’t do it!
What is long past cannot be made right.
You alone are my comfort and help;
You are my indescribable light.’

Sergey Yesenin

(FB 8/5/2016)/2015?