Into this chasm, many fell,
It’s gaping wide!
My time will come and I, as well,
Will go one night.
And all that struggled, shone, rejoiced
Will be ensnared —
My emerald eyes, my gentle voice,
My golden hair.
Your daily bread will come. You’ll live
Without a pause.
And everything will be — as if
I never was!
Like children, changeable in mood,
And sometimes brash,
I loved it when the firewood
Would turn to ash.
The cello, cavalcades, the bell
In village square…
— Without me, who lived, as well,
Among you there!
From all — I never knew just when
To say enough, —
I now demand your faith again
And ask for love.
Each day, in speech and on a page:
For all I’ve shared,
For I’m, — at twenty years of age, —
Full of despair,
For I — it’s certain, in reflection,
Feel no offense,
For insuppressible affection,
And proud stance,
For all that’s happening above me,
Each truth and lie…
— O listen to me! – Also love me
For I shall die.
Photo: Natalie Sladkova
Model: Anna Golotova