We’re nearing the end of September and we can’t let go without leaving you with these new translations of poems by Sergei Esenin. The translator, Anton Yakovlev, brilliantly captures the romanticism of the Russian soul that is quintessential to the poetry of Esenin, the wild child of Russian imagists. These are poems that will make you long for merry thieves and desperate rascals, for white groves and fields of grass. Our new best favorites.
—Claudia Serea and Loren Kleinman