Within Four Walls
My room is small, quiet, pleasant;
The shadows are impenetrable and unanswering.
My thoughts are deep, my song melancholy,
yet in my beating heart hope lies hidden.
The moments fly swiftly by, one by one,
while my eyes are fixed on distant happieness,
full of doubts, I wait patiently,
thus it is, this night, my night of loneliness.
-Arseny Golenishchev-Kutuzov
(From Sunless, a song cycle by Mussourgsky)
The shadows are impenetrable and unanswering.
My thoughts are deep, my song melancholy,
yet in my beating heart hope lies hidden.
The moments fly swiftly by, one by one,
while my eyes are fixed on distant happieness,
full of doubts, I wait patiently,
thus it is, this night, my night of loneliness.
-Arseny Golenishchev-Kutuzov
(From Sunless, a song cycle by Mussourgsky)
posted by dyingember at 11:09 AM
1 Comments:
"smile on our loves, and while thou drawest the blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew on every flower that shuts its sweet eyes in timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on the lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,and wash the dusk with silver."
W.Blake
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