Worlds fly. Years fly. The Universe
Is staring somberly at us.
While you, my soul, is tired and heedless,
And speak of happiness – alas !
What happiness? The evening coolness
In half-lit park, a forest dark ?
Or vicious tenebrous indulgence
In wine and passions of the heart?
What happiness? A fleeting moment,
Oblivion, a break from toil…
Awake – and then again a torment,
Heart-breaking flight into unknown…
A gulp of breath - and danger's passed….
But all at once – a newly shove!
Set somewhere, in the void of stars,
It flies, it hums, the spinning top!
1912
vip/2013
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Миры летят. Года летят.
Alexander Blok - Worlds fly. Years fly
© Copyright: Виктор Постников, 2013
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