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At the Mirror*
ОглавлениеYou look into the mirror, and you see
The darkness underneath your loosened hair.
“What am I to myself?” – again you hear
Yourself repeating. All succumbed to sleep,
The elements and beasts. The moon was lit
In the black sky. To your endless steer
No healing to be ever found here.
Oh why have you been left alone with it?!
You tread in sadness on the dingy walk,
Not having found the meaning in the stock.
What is the truth? The truth, indeed, is silence.
For, having seen itself, it’s fallen mute.
And such is now the end of your dispute,
Reflected in the mirror’s sad radiance.