| Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921. | | | | Euthanasia | | By Andrey Bely (Pseudonym of Boris Bugayev) (b. 1880) |
| | | THE SHINING and ponderous goblet | |
| I empty: the earth drops below me, | |
| All things sink away,—I am treading | |
| Cold space—the vast void—the dim ether. | |
| But distant, in ancient space looming, | 5 |
| My glimmering goblet: the Sun. | |
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| I look—far below me are lying | |
| The rivers, the forests, the valleys, | |
| Estranged in the vanishing distance. | |
| A cloud, blowing fog on my eyelids, | 10 |
| Trails gossamer gold in its going. | |
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| The flickering landscape is burning | |
| Its last: mid-day stars newly-kindled | |
| Look into my soul, sparkling: “Welcome,” | |
| With radiance silently streaming: | 15 |
| “The end of long wanderings, brother, | |
| Lies here, in your motherland, welcome!” | |
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| Slow hour upon hour in procession, | |
| Slow centuries, smiling, pass onward. | |
| In ancient space proudly I lift it, | 20 |
| My glimmering goblet: the Sun. | | | | |
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