"I Thought That The Heart..."

by

Innokenty Annensky


I thought that the heart made of stone,

That itís fully empty and dead:

Though fire in it had been thrown,

Itís not damaged or just upset.


And thatís right: it was not tormented,

If—painful, then only a bit,

But, yet, it is better to end it,

Put out, while you can do it...


The heart is in darkness entire,

Iíve known: the victoryís mine—

At last, we extinguished the fire...

And, yet, in a smoke I die.



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