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We met in early Spring . . .

Written by Dmytro Chystiak

Translated from the Ukrainian by Hillary Sheers

Narrated by Srinivas Reddy

We met in early Spring,

Parted with the start of Autumn,

But Summer was ours to share

Not a single youthful Summer.

I leave a blue iris for you

In the forever gilded orchard,

In the distant, uncontrollable sea,

In morning’s meandering shoreline


You star alone in the boundless blue –

Tides ebb and flow

In the unstoppable wild sea,

In the distant gilded garden,

As when, in the very first spring,

Gardens were flooded by the sea…


And Summer roams within us

Not a single youthful Summer

Reaching further with the swallows

To other shores, over waters rich in irises:

They depart as Autumn comes,

Returning in Spring

To the unbridled shifting of the land

Not a single youthful Summer –

When gardens are flooded by the sea…


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