Deeblog

Another fabulous poem ("Melancholy") by this Russian master.  You can read the original here.

An empty bistro by first glow                                      
Makes whispers and soft organs mate.                     
Smooth leather mats that fairies know                                      
Show lackeys rumbling with their plates.                     

Between the cabinets like shade                         
I wander through the smoky webs.              
Soon golden day will launch its raid                       
On window panes as dreamtime ebbs                      

And cut off cinder in its fist,                 
Aflame in mirrors, diamond-bright...             
Gas lanterns fill with fiery mist                
And pierce each window with warm light.                           

Above the city and the streets,                       
Black cinder clouds from earthmounts rise.
Beyond our ken, our senses meet                        
Unanswered arias' demise.                         

I lived and died in yearning pure,                      
My tears unseen upon my face.                           
The ceiling waxed in light demure                        
As garlands of ethereal lace                                     

Stretched past our eyes.  And for a time  
All seemed burned hot by tawny light.           
By mirror's glare his double rhymed           
His silhouette with endless night.                 

He nears, and nods to me alone                                 
In torture I cannot escape,                          
Then breaches depths of mirrored gloam                  
His hands aflail at life's mad cape.