АНТОН МАКАРСКИЙ - ВОТ ГИАЦИНТЫ ПОД БЛЕСКОМ
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Here are the hyacinths under the glare
Of an electric lantern
Under a white and sharp glare
They lit up and stand, burning
And now the soul staggered
As if speaking to an angel
Staggered and suddenly swayed
Into the blue-velvet seas
And believes that above the vault
Of heaven is God's light
And knows that where there is freedom
Without God, there is no light
When you too want
To find out to what gardens
The master
Creator of every star took her
And how bright are the labyrinths
In the gardens beyond the Milky Way
Look at the hyacinths
Under the electric lantern