And I listen
And I look into the brightness -
In the heavens there cluster millions of stars,
And I fathom the depths into which time has passed.
In that calm lies redemption.
In the ripening, in the full final ripening,
Let it come, oh sweet night beyond that day!
Antonin Sova (1864-1928), Zrani (Ripening)
1 comment:
DO you know where there's a translation of the whole poem, please?
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