In the sky there is a green colour, and a moon's splinter
Sleeps in the azure, a wind, slightly breathing,
Flies by, and a spring, and the last ice piece...
Then the confused soul goes into the whirl of dream...
What is softer than a moon, higher than a sunset? -
Keep it in mind, don't say to any friend:
There in the last floor under the high carpet
Is a window, which burns not only from the sunset...
24 March 1914
На небе - празелень... - пер. А. Блока
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