Old Gazebo by SEMYON NADSON

The bower  is completely drowned in bushes;

A bright netting of fresh smelling greenery

Creeps along the half-rotten walls, mess

And through the greenery into the colored casementry

The spring sun looks like golden

Beats with a multi-colored glow. adore

In the semi-darkness of the corners — a cobweb;

Branches of jasmine burst into the door,

Overshadowing the road and the light;

The round table is covered with poems, versed

All around it is covered with monograms, composite

And on it is a forgotten latter bouquet…