The Candles Are Brought In
Don-t you have the strange vision sometimes
(When a dark penetrates in a house)
Of another existence for us,
Where we live in the other life-s phases?
There, a shade-s softly pressed to a shade,
And such wonderful minute there hovers,
Where as if, through the beams by eyes sent,
We unite our bodies and souls.
We afraid that a word or a move
Would get off this magnificent instant,
As if one puts his ear above
And recalls us to listen at distance.
But as soon as a candle is kindled,
Second world would this minute retire...
And from eyes through the light-s rays inclined,
Shades would run into pale-blue of fire.
Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky
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