I could hardly remember today, what was yesterday,
I forget in the morning - last evening, to say,
In white noon - I forget all the fires,
In the night - I forget days another.
But all nights and days are emerging,
Float at us at our last hour solemn.
And in - closeness, narrowness
It is painful to dream
About former beauty
And not to believe:
To rise up, but:
It is night.
3 feb 1909
Я сегодня не помню... -пер. А. Блока
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