My eyes forgot the heavens’ blue,
To them the sun’s dust is not gold,
But I live just one substance through,
That’s to the amethyst’s planes owned.
‘Cause that that, drunker than young spring
And troubling stronger than idea,
The lilac fires have to sing
And coldly play with colors here.
And for the heart with pain and shame,
A dream comes, tender and deceiving:
As a crystal in the candles’ flame,
To stay in cold of lilac singing.
Troubling stronger than idea! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
heavens’ blue sun’s dust is not gold amethyst’s planes........... wonderful imagery words are used in this poem skillfully/// fantastic poem penned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliant poem with amusing expression is well executed by Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky.