"И было так, как будто жизни звенья..."
(Максимилиан Волошин)
It was as if my name
Was torn to links...there came
Appeasement...and slow low tide removed
All senses and last vigour. I vaguely understood
I was alive when I heard peaceful breath of grass.
The seagulls met the moonrise with greeting cries.
And I was drowning in the gleamy cold breadth
Of heaven, in the twinkling drowsy depth.
And sailed to me from an abyss
Streams of star bliss...
It was as if my name
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