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Autumn Frost

The morning sun shows like a pillar

Of fire through smoke on frosty days.

As on a faulty snap, it cannot

Make out my features in the haze.

The distant trees will hardly see me

Until the sun at last can break

Out of the fog, and flash triumphant

Upon the meadows by the lake.

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Meeting

The snow will dust the roadway,

And load the roofs still more.

I'll stretch my legs a little:

You're there outside the door.

Autumn, not winter coat,

Hat-none, galoshes-none.

You struggle with excitement

Out there all on your own.

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Railway Station

My dear railway station, my treasure

Of meetings and partings, my friend

In times of hard trials and pleasure,

Your favours have been without end.

My scarf would wrap up my whole being -

The train would pull up, with deep sighs,

The muzzles of brash harpies, leering,

Would puff wet white steam in our eyes.

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Confession

Life returned with a cause-the way

Some strange chance once interrupted it.

Just as on that distant summer day,

I am standing in the same old street.

People are the same, and people's worries,

And the sunset's still a fireball,

Just the way death's night once in a hurry

Nailed it to the ancient mansion's wall.

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Try and don't let me grieve

Try and don't let me grieve. Come and try to extinguish

This wild onslaught of sadness that rumbles like mercury in Torricellian void.

Madness, try and forbid me to feel, come and try!

Do not let me rant on about you! We're alone-don't be shy.

Now, extinguish it, do! Only-hotter!

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Wind

I am no more but you live on,

And the wind, whining and complaining,

Is shaking house and forest, straining

Not single fir trees one by one

But the whole wood, all trees together,

With all the distance far and wide,

Like sail-less yachts in stormy weather

When moored within a bay they lie.

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1918

Мчались звезды. В море мылись мысы.

Слепла соль. И слезы высыхали.

Были темны спальни. Мчались мысли,

И прислушивался сфинкс к Сахаре.

Плыли свечи. И казалось, стынет

Кровь колосса. Заплывали губы

Голубой улыбкою пустыни.

В час отлива ночь пошла на убыль.

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In everything I seek to grasp

The fundamental:

The daily choice, the daily task,

The sentimental.

To plumb the essence of the past,

The first foundations,

The crux, the roots, the inmost hearts,

The explanations.

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Winter Night

It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over,

Snow swept the world from end to end.

A candle burned on the table;

A candle burned.

As during summer midges swarm

To beat their wings against a flame

Out in the yard the snowflakes swarmed

To beat against the window pane

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After the Interval

About three months ago, when first

Upon our open, unprotected

And freezing garden snowstorms burst

In sudden fury, I reflected

That I would shut myself away

And in seclusion write a section

Of winter poems, day by day,

To supplement my spring collection.

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Venice

A click of window glass had roused me

Out of my sleep at early dawn.

Beneath me Venice swam in water;

A sodden pretzel made of stone.

I was all quiet now; however,

While still asleep, I heard a cry -

And like a sign that had been silenced

It still disturbed the morning sky.

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I grew Foul weather, dreams, forebodings

I grew. Foul weather, dreams, forebodings

Were bearing me - a Ganymede -

Away from earth; distress was growing

Like wings - to spread, to hold, to lead.

I grew. The veil of woven sunsets

At dusk would cling to me and swell.

With wine in glasses we would gather

To celebrate a sad farewell,

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