My dear friend, and I have tried to find
My paradise in serfdom of a soul,
I liked them all - the odd ways of a mind
Without hopes, or memories, or goals.
Promptly to glide along the brooks of lines,
To enter into straits of chapters, slow,
To watch a foam on the flows- spines,
And listen to a tide-s increasing roar!
But at the night, oh, how fast they gloom -
The shades behind the images and drawers,
The pendulum, immobile, like the moon,
That o-er the glimm-ring quagmire hovers!
Reader Of Books
Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
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