Andrei Bely

You open the window. Fog
extinguished candle.
I was that night drunk with happiness
And I'm not talking.
ABOUT, I could not help you!
I sang my verse…
And the dream again, and night again,
But dreams - your mobiles. –
But where is the lies? deception
My torch blew.
When you drank the night mist,
When I was elated. –

Summer 1904

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