Andrei Bely
So. I knew. And you blew out
bright torch, iznyvaya
The smoky haze.
The Abyss - darkness, and in the sky - hum.
Dear friend! star is different
We opened on the ground.
Inseparable - will both
Oath Eternity bear.
Late meet at the tomb
On a silver path.
There - compressive hands
Delicate hand clench,
Silent on flour
Neck hugging.
So. I heard the news of the new!
Mask mourning soul!
In that day - a familiar word
Again stunned heart!
And then - in the upcoming field
Unprecedented fire -
Bright sword we will open the door
dazzling Day.
1 November 1903
