"И было так, как будто жизни звенья..."
(Максимилиан Волошин)
It was as if my name
Was torn to links...there came
Appeasement...and slow low tide removed
All senses and last vigour. I vaguely understood
I was alive when I heard peaceful breath of grass.
The seagulls met the moonrise with greeting cries.
And I was drowning in the gleamy cold breadth
Of heaven, in the twinkling drowsy depth.
And sailed to me from an abyss
Streams of star bliss...