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Pre-Memory

Прапамять

So this is all of life! Whirling, singing.
Oceans, metropolises, deserts,
A desultory reflection
Of what is lost forever.

A flame rages, trumpets trumpet,
And chesnut-colored horses race,
Then the agitating lips
Of happiness, it seems repeat.

And sorrow and joy, now again,
Again, as before, as always,
The ocean gestures a gray mane,
Deserts, cities arise.

But when, at last, arising
From sleep, will I again be me —
Just a simple Indian, dozing
On a hallowed evening, by a stream?

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