Sergey Esenin

• It can’t be dispelled, can this sorrow..., by Peter Tempest
  It can’t be dispelled, can this sorrow, / By the laughter of years long withdrawn. / All gone is my white linden blossom, / Sung — the song of t...
• Now my grief won`t be spilt by the ringing..., by Alec Vagapov
  Now my grief won't be spilt by the ringing, / Happy laugh of the bygone last. / Lime-tree blossom is fading and dimming / And the nightingale d...
• This present sadness is not eased..., by Geoffrey Thurley
  This present sadness is not eased / By the light laugh of bygone days. / My white lime-tree has gone to seed, / And sung is my dawn of nightinga...