- Katenka Nobernova
I find myself
alone among the sheets
instead of in your arms,
where up until a moment ago
I was dreaming peacefully.
My consciousness longs to flee again
into the dark illusions of the night
and I lie in melancholy stupor
as though a leaden weight
had replaced the beating of my heart.
You birds! You bright morning sun!
How you used to full me with an ecstatic joy
when I gazed upon the world
rising from slumber
But now your brightness mocks me
and my rising from the bedchamber
is filled with bitterness
Trumpet of The Swan
9 hours ago