A Reader of Books
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As a reader of books, I yearned to come across
My quite paradise in obedient consciousness.
I loved them all, those strange expanses,
Where there are neither hopes nor memories.
To swim unflaggingly the streams of lines,
To enter eagerly a channel’s chapters
Watching the waves foam on its flood,
And listening to the swell of its incoming tide!
But at evening . . . Oh, how dreadful it is,
Night shadows behind cupboard and icon-case,
And the pendulum, frozen, like the moon
Shining above the gleaming fen!
My quite paradise in obedient consciousness.
I loved them all, those strange expanses,
Where there are neither hopes nor memories.
To swim unflaggingly the streams of lines,
To enter eagerly a channel’s chapters
Watching the waves foam on its flood,
And listening to the swell of its incoming tide!
But at evening . . . Oh, how dreadful it is,
Night shadows behind cupboard and icon-case,
And the pendulum, frozen, like the moon
Shining above the gleaming fen!
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- Английский
Евгений Бонвер
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