Poem by Sergej Esenin:

Wake Me Early Tomorrow

Wake me early tomorrow, please,
My mother, so patient, so full of grace—
I’ll be heading to the sloping hill,
To meet my friend in the meadowed place.

I saw the tracks left in the sand,
Where his cart had rolled along…
The wind beats on the horse’s band,
Embroidered in silver and gold so strong.

In the morning, like the northern wind, he’ll ride,
Lowering his hat beneath the oak’s shade.
The mare will stamp her hooves with pride,
And lift her tail, so red, so brave.

Wake me early tomorrow, please,
Turn the lamp on in its quiet spot…
Friends in cafés and all who tease
Say I’ll be the greatest poet you’ve got!

I’ll sing of you and all I adore—
The rooster, the doorstep, the shelter near.
And from your red cows by the stable door,
I’ll fill each verse with milk so clear.