Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet

(5 December 1820 - 3 December 1892 / Novosyolky)

Upon A Haystack On A Southern Night - Poem by Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet

Upon a haystack in lands of South,
I lay, while facing skies of night,
The choir of stars, alive and couth,
Was trembling, spread at every side.

The earth, mute as a dream half-hidden,
Was fast receding into space,
And I, as if the first in Eden,
Alone met the black night’s face.

Did I race to the depth profound,
Or did the stars race strait to me?
In mighty hands, it seemed me how,
I hanged above abysmal sea.

With heart, so sinking and bewildered,
I measured with my look a depth,
Into which, every moment sighted,
I sink, and nobody helps.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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