I knew her back then,
In those fabulous years.
Tiutchev
years have passed, but you - all the same:
strict, beautiful and clear;
Only the hair is a little smoother,
And they sparkle gray.
And I - tends over a pile of books,
Tall, hunched old man, –
With the sole Duma nepostizhnoy
I look at your face calm.
Yes. We have not changed year.
We live and breathe, as then,
AND, recollecting, retained
Those fabulous years…
Their light ash - in the urn.
Our bright spirit - in the azure haze.
And all the wonderful, all the azure -
Breathe past on earth.
30 May 1906
