At one stroke, all changed direction.
The iron way (alive!) of the rains
took us to the dawn, and I dreamed of you,
the whole earth was sleepless,
and generations of trees bent,
and the clouds crowded in the skies,
and the wild inspiration
engulfed in the night, and we were in love.
Olexandre Korotko, Ucraine (1952)
Tradución Germain Droogenbroodt – Stanley Barkan