Here the birds fly down
Right into the garden
Here the sky lifts
Straight up from the ground.
If only we lived here
The whole year round –
We’d speak much slower
We’d grow far taller.
Here the hedgehog grunts
And noses in the corner
The old well has a chain
That clinks and clanks…
Look out of the window
The moon is pressing on the pane
Open the door –
The sun is standing on the mat outside.
Marina Boroditskaya
:Staying in the Woodman’s Cabin
|Translated by Sasha Dugdale
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