I reckon - when I count at all - [Russian translation]

I reckon - when I count at all -

First Poets - then the Sun -

Then Summer - then the

Heaven of God -

And then - the list is done -

But - looking back - the first so seems

To comprehend the whole -

The others look a needless show -

So I write - Poets - All.

This summer lasts a solid year -

They can afford a Sun

The East would deem

Extravagant -

And if the final Heaven -

Be Beautiful as they disclose

To those who trust in them,

It is too difficult a Grace -

To justify the dream.