Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921.
In the Clear ColdSergei Yesenin
I
The iron hoofs beat sharply, knock on knock.
The faded grasses in wide skirts assemble
Flung copper where the wind-blown branches rock.
Fog curls upon the air and, moss-wise, grows,
And evening, low above the wan streams bending,
In their white waters washes his blue toes.