It’s early autumn of love that is dying now.
V. Bryusov
Mystery’s opened by black raven’s autumn,
No expiation for suffering me.
I don’t forgive you your great sinful quarter
When you were making me creep,
When you were hugging my voice so pretendedly,
And your sweet kisses were sweet.
But it had passed; now I’m staying constrained indeed,
This time constrained indeed.
I execrate you, your angel’s appearance
And I reject all the words that I’d said.
I don’t take leave with a Philistine word and fence
Of things I blindly endured.
17 ноября 1999 года
Autumn Awaking
© Copyright: Деметриос, 2001
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