evg. Ivanov
When, entering into the world of a huge,
Unity in vain looking for you;
When you look into the dark corner
And waiting in the darkness of death;
When you spiteful, or ill,
Il melancholy passion, the burning,
Trust: then still you are free
Proud of his happiness!
When did any boredom, neither love,
No I do not fear you breathe,
When tainted dream
Not young and not quick blood, –
Then - you robbed and naked:
Death is not possible without longing,
And life, not knowing the extermination,
So - just slows.
March 1909
