A Troubled Maiden standing Still
Dressed in a gown of diamonds rough
Upon her head the leaves seem ill
Shaking Beneath the rain with a light cough
Bearing a necklace of fruits unripe still
Emitting scents of the foul rain
The Old Brute, Wind, adds to her ill
Nevertheless, the maiden dances, despite the pain.
Dmitriy Kokarev
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-maid/
