By Innokenty Annensky
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Eternity
The motto of my Mystic lady
Seems like a figure eight, turned awry;
It is the most comfortable lie, and steady
In our dejected mind.
In the enameled circle
She does vow lie.
As stars her promises in sky
Are twinkling in a twilight.
And spoken by wind so far
At midnight.
But where the extinguished face
Has stopped for us the painful flow,
There we see - Eternity, as grace,
Divided by the lightning's glow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem