Spring dreams

We met by chance, at the corner.
I walked quickly - and suddenly, like a lightning light
I cut through the evening half-gloom
Through black radiant eyelashes.

She was wearing crepe - transparent light gas
The spring wind blew for a moment
But on the face and in the bright light of the eyes
I caught the old excitement.

And she nodded to me affectionately,
Slightly tilted her face from the wind
And disappeared around the corner ... It was spring ...
She forgave me - and forgot.

Ivan Bunin