Do You Remember, Maria? (Trans. Count Aleksei Tolstoi)

Do you remember, Maria,
That old house
And the ancient limes
Above the drowsy pond?

The quiet paths,
The overgrown old garden,
The lofty gallery
Hung with portraits sise by side?

Do you remember, Maria,
Those evening skies,
The low, flat fields,
The distant village bells?

The river bank beyond the garden
Where flowed the lazy stream,
And in those golden fields of wheat
The cornflowers of the plain?

And the grove, where first
We wandered by ourselves?
Do you remember, Maria,
Our lost yesterdays?

by Pete Crowther

Comments (1)

Lovely, indeed. Are there many translations of Tolstoy's poetry? May be that is a project to embark on. Susie.