The creature of night - is howling...
It is as black as a brand, as a coal,
As a piece of pitch, as a spoon of cosmos,
Of the eternity, rather-, super- cold...
Of the space endless, without time...
It is howling: Aaaaauuuummmyyy...
How painful! There inside - the point of trouble,
The point of woe, of grief...
The creature of night - causes tears,
The ocean of tears...
It was born by the Darkness...
Its coldness is burning...
It comresses the new day, its pleasure...
The creature of night - is scaring,
Is frightening me to my core, to my soul...
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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2012/04/21/10248
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem