By Zinaida Gippius
My window's far above the earth,
Far 'bove the earth.
I'm seeing only skies in evening's dawn, -
In evening's dawn.
So pale and empty seems the sky,
Pale empty sky...
It has no mercy for this heart of mine,
Poor heart of mine.
Alas, in crazy sorrow I'll be dead,
I will be dead.
I reach for something I know not,
That I know not...
And this desire know not wherefrom heads,
From where it heads,
But heart desires and for wonder begs,
For wonder begs,
Oh, may the thing take place that never happens,
That never happens:
The sky such wonders me beckons,
The pale sky beckons,
But I cry of broken vows, tearless,
Cry of them tearless...
Needing for something that can't exist,
That can't exist...
- 1893