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Maple you my naked, maple my iced over,
Why do you stay banded in the blizzard"s roar?  

Have you had a vision? Have you heard a talking? 
As if from the village you came out for walking

And, as a tipsy watchman, being very loosen, 
Sunk in the deep snow, having leg your frozen.

Well, today I also stagger like a boozer 
I can not find way back home after hot carousal.   

There I met a willow, here a pine I noticed 
In the storm I sang them of the summer forest  

To myself I looked like maple that my leafless 
Just unlike it naked, but at all in greenness.

Having lost my conscience, almost off my nous     
I embraced a birch-tree as a stranger"s spouse.

(Sergey Yesenin, November 28, 1925)