Above the Distant Plain…

Vsevolod Bagritsky
Above the distant plain,
(Perhaps it was winter, perhaps it was summer,)
Flew a black raven,
And he cawed above the pine forest.
And at that instant,
I became a poet.
And at that instant, at that moment,
Life took me into its stern hands.
And the spinning of the world,
And the song of the finch…
I came to understand it better,
Than all other knowledge.

1938

-Vsevolod Bagritsky (Translated by me)

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