The clatter of a cloudy pane
Awoke me in the small hours.
It hung in a gondola rank
And vacancy weighed on the oars.
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There'll be no one in the house
Save for twilight. All alone,
Winter's day seen in the space that's
Made by curtains left undrawn.
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O had I known that thus it happens,
When first I started, that at will
Your lines with blood in them destroy you,
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My boat throbbed in the drowsy depths,
willows bowed, kissing collarbones,
elbows and rowlocks – oh wait, yes,
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In Spasskoe, unforgettable September sheds its leaves.
Isn’t it time to close up the summer-house?
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Who’ll be honoured and praised,
who’ll be dead, and abused,
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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
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From early morning-nonsense
With tubs and troughs and strain,
With dampness in the evening
And sunsets in the rain.
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By a cliff a golden cloud once lingered;
On his breast it slept…
From the swing, from the garden, helter-skelter,
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Sometime at a concert hall, in recollection,
A Brahms intermezzo will wound me-I'll start,
Remember that summer, the flowerbed garden,
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