And, As It's Going...
1907
And, as it's going, often at love's breaking,
The ghost of first days came again to us,
The willow through the window stretched in,
The silver beauty of her gentle branches.
The bird began to sing the song of light and pleasure
To us, who fear to lift our eyes up from the earth,
We who are so lofty, bitter, and intense,
About the days when we were saved together.
Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, Desember, 2000
Edited by Dmitry Karshtedt, February, 2001
Edited by Hecate, May 2007
Picture found here.
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