Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921.
Hopes Painted by the Autumn ColdSergei Yesenin
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My steady horse plods on, like quiet fate,
His moist dun lip is catching at the lining
When the coat, flapping, flutters and falls straight.
Neither to rest nor battle, lure and fade;
The golden heel of day will flash, receding,
And labors in the chest of years be laid.