Sunday, January 13, 2013

Konstantin Balmont - My Friend



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My friend, there’s joy and love, and all’s
Recurring in this ancient world,                        
Although not in our hearts, in others’.           
But my dear mate, and you and me -
We’re only Beauty’s reverie,
We’re drops in the eternal chalice   
Of timeless blooms that ever last,
In gardens that forgo the past.

Translated by Dina Belyayeva 


Russian Original

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