A.Blok, In Late Autumn... - Transl.(Rus.) - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
In late autumn from the empty harbour,
From the snow-covered earth
In the determined navigation
The heavy ships are going forth.
In black sky you mark features
Of the elevating crane
Above water surfice, and a lantern's
Rocking on the snowy bank.
And the sailor, failed in reaching
His ship-board, roams through the storm.
All's been lost, all turned to drinking!
There's enough! - I'm tired all...
The long shore of empty harbour
Slowly-slowly is covered by snow...
Is your sleep so sweet in a shroud,
Though tender, clean... hey, sailor?
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