Elegy by Georgy Ivanov | Literature Learnings | English Literature Elegy - Georgy Ivanov The night bright, the sky studded with stars, I am all alone in the deserted hall The air of which is imbued with and poisoned By the aroma of wilting azaleas. I am tormented by a vague longing For everything that cannot be again. The gloomy hall — how grey and boring! — whispers To me that my best dream is lived through. How many secrets and tender fairytales Remember, not knowing how to impart them, The enfilades of deserted rooms And the portraits in the old gallery. If only their murmur was clear to me! But, alas — my dream is powerless. The spatter of moon stains on the portrait, Dusty and faded, offends my eye. And the gentle poem of yore Is more silent than the secrets of a hieroglyph. Everything’s stolid, dreary and dumb. O dreams — the fruitless pains of Sisyphus.
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