ЗИНАИДА ГИППИУС
'БОГИНЯ'
Zinaida Gippius
‘THE GODDESS’
XXVI
What to do with secret lunar?
Dark enigma of blue heaven,
With the stringless music moonily
And the sparks of desert pebbly?
Might I glance – it seems so scanty,
Might I love – it’s insufficient…
Bites the lunar beam with stinger
Sharply, icily and sadly.
In the gleaming rays imperious
I expire from my weakness,
When am I to weave and tether
Wings of feather,
Wings of feather?
Oh, Astarte!
I shall glory your command
With no impostures,
Give me wings!
And I shall spread them
In luminous feather story.
Into azure-flaming ocean
I shall dive with avid awe,
And shall suffocate in spacious
And obliviating glow.
Zinaida Gippius The Goddess
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