Анненский Поэту - Annensky To the Poet

In discrete clarity of rays,
In smoky unity of visions
The rule of things directs our ways
With triad measuring divisions.

You widen bars of being spot,
Or multiply forms with fiction there,
But just in I'm from eyes I'm not
You can't really go anywhere.

That power's a beacon, it calls,
In it the God and the decay are,
And so pale before it at all
The coulisse of the things in the art.

In fact, you can’t go from their grip
After the airy stains' magic lure,
The verse calls not because it's deep,
For it like a rebus is obscure

By beauty of her open face
Pierida leaded Orpheus.
Do you deserve a singer's place,
You, dollish Isida's upper wears?

Love the discrete things and the rays
In the bouquet of their creation.
Rub the bowls to shine for the sprays
Of a full fountain of perceptions.

8 July, 2024

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Фото: Иннокентий Фёдорович Анненский, 1870 гг. Архив С. А. Богданович Источник: Википедия.