Deeblog

A work ("Upon a cold, autumnal day") by this Russian poet.  You can read the original here.

Upon a cold, autumnal day 
I shall return to that old reef,
Recalling springtime's sighs, to see
A former image unbetrayed.

I shall not cry as my steps near: 
No fires will these bones consume.
And I shall meet young Fall's frontier,
The sweetest lilt in fate's sad tune.

O baleful, wicked laws of time
Allaying minds in their sad cowls! 
You will not hear in my mute rhyme 
My moans of yore or erstwhile howls. 

This flame, my eyes bereft of sight, 
Cannot just burn in some past dream.  
Yet to the allayed soul it seems
That day itself outdarkens night.