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My friend, there’s joy and love, and all’s
Recurring in this ancient world,
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
Biography
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