Zinaida Gippius
(‘Иди за мной’
‘Follow me’)
The scent of lilies,
That do seem deceased,
Does haze my dreams,
That are contrived of air;
Do lilies tell me
Of the death released,
Of times to fade
From sound earthly layer…
Just peace – and quiet soul
Feels that fine,
Is not rejoiced or injured
By disruption,
Please, don’t forget
The latest days of mine,
And comprehend
When I’m deprived
Of function.
I know, friend, the road isn’t long,
And poor body soon is sure
To tire,
But I do know: still,
That love – is strong,
So, love me, please,
When I’m somewhere
Out…
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З Гиппиус Иди за мной
© Copyright: Марина Фарамазян, 2024
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