# Oh, don't you love your take

Ольга Слободкина

Oh, don't you love your take -

blue clouds

over the light-blue hills

stepping a little back,

hovering over the world...


Well, this is Koktebel,

the valley of blue rocks and hills,

my tremulous and ardent love.


The clouds have played a wistful Saga

turning from Angels

into miraculous birds

up in the sleepy skies,

ready to have the Night.


It's cold. It's very cold.

I am alone

in this mysterious set


and my enormous feeling,

as rhythmic as the waves

will never tide...


May 24, 1998