At times when I near the other man's face,
I know there's something in common we share.
And I, looking straightly for its facile trace,
Begin at an abyss to stare.
I see there plenty of words that are choked,
Murders, committed in ominous quiet,
Cliffs, and landslips, and flares provoked
By madness of a soul's hungry riot.
I see, I remember, I feel self insane,
I know where violent thunders arise.
And when I am looking in eyes of a man,
He suddenly closes his eyes.
Eyes К. Бальмонт
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