S. B. f-Shtein
There is such love thatâ??s similar to smoke:
If it is bound â?? itâ??s intoxicating,
Receiving freedom â?? vanished, not awaitingâ?¦
...
Among the worlds, the sparkling spheres,
The name of One Star only I repeat...
It's not because I love Her dearly
But just because I pine with others. ...
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.