It’ll sneak up on me, so quiet —
Like the forest during the night.
I’ll bring you the dove, — I’ll hide it
In my apron and bring it inside.
I’ll stand in your doorway — inert!
Shame — like the weight of a stone.
But the apron’s too tight for a bird,
And the bird will fly on its own!
Она подкрадётся неслышно —
Как полночь в дремучем лесу.
Я знаю: в передничке пышном
Я голубя Вам принесу.
Так: встану в дверях — и ни с места!
Свинцовыми гирями — стыд.
Но птице в переднике — тесно,
И птица — сама полетит!
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