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Night Stanzas
To
O. P. Khmara-Barshchevskaya
Between shadows, lights extinguish themselves in
The garden sand, the garden that began to dream.
Everything in you is so sweetly puzzling.
But I recall your "I will come."
Black smoke, but you are more of air than the smoke,
You are more tender than leaf down.
I don't know by whom you are loved.
I don't know whose, but you are a dream.
The diamonded fires will not follow you
Into the abandoned stillnesses.
Only the scented gillyflowers have
Made themselves a carpet for you...
I remember that night in a past dream,
But it was not I who pined and hungered:
Through the lantern forgotten on the birch,
The melted wax wept and blazed.
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