By Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
Masks.
Under masks.
Under mask the stars were glittering,
Someone's story had smile awhile,
Short was somebody's dark night.
And the thoughtful conscience silent,
Over the abyss swimming,
Was pulling time far, so far.
And in hands, strict in past times,
There was a glass of moisture glass.
Night to her hall passed,
Slowing down her steps fast.
And the blinks were slightly tinkling,
Water in my heart was ringing.
The green hare was teasing
In the burned down crystal.
In my case the books were dozing.
There - leaning to the carved door,
Was a naked boy small
With his one wing only.
1 jan 1907
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem