The Voice of Memory

For O. A. Glebova-Sudeikina

What do you see on the wall, your eyes screwed up
When in the sky the sunset's burning late ?
Do you see a seagull on the water's blue
Cloth, or gardens by the Arno ?
Or the great lake of Tsarskoye Selo
Where terror stepped in front of you ?
Or the young man who left your captivity, left
You by walking into death like a white night ?
No, I am looking only at the wall's
Reflections of the dying heavenly fires.

1913, June, Slepnyovo

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