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Дикий ирис
Vespers: Parousia

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Love of my life, you

are lost and I am

young again.


A few years pass.

The air fills

with girlish music;

in the front yard

the apple tree is

studded with blossoms.


I try to win you back,

that is the point

of the writing.

But you are gone forever,

as in Russian novels, saying

a few words I don’t remember —


How lush the world is,

how full of things that don’t belong to me —


I watch the blossoms shatter,

no longer pink,

but old, old, a yellowish white —

the petals seem

to float on the bright grass,

fluttering slightly.


What a nothing you were,

to be changed so quickly

into an image, an odor —

you are everywhere, source

of wisdom and anguish.

Дикий ирис. Аверн. Ночь, всеохватная ночь

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