Predvesennyaya Elegy

... thou hast console
Gerard de Nerval

Among the pines grew quiet storm,
But, drunk without wine,
There, Slovenia Ophelia, sang
All night she silence.
And he, who seemed to me only,
He has been engaged with the silence,
goodbye, he generously left,
He stayed with me to death.
10 Martha 1963
You, which comforted me.
Gérard de Nerval (fr.)

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