Treasure Island

Yevgeny Baratynsky

(1800–1844)

You're Useless, Days...


You're useless, days! The earthly world will never
Change its used games!
We know them all, and our future, clever,
Predicts the same.

And not in vain you seethed and tossed in hurry
To live and grow,
Before the body, you engraved your fit, so starry,
My frenzied soul!

And having closed long ago the narrow circuit
Of worldly sense,
You drowse under breathe of dreams, recurrent;
But the body, else

Observes the day's dawn, aimlessly supplanting
Again the night,
The fruitless evening, dully plunging, -
The day's end, blunt.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 30, 2013
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