<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412533" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bow and the Strings</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How dark and heavy’s the delirium’s embrace!<br>How they’re turbid under moon – the heights!<br>To have touched Violin for so many years<br>And not distinguish those Strings in light!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who craves for us? Who, insolent, has set <br>In flames two faces, yellow and vexed,<br>And suddenly the saddened Bow felt<br>That someone took them and forever merged.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘How long ago it was – as in a dream – <br>Tell me trough dark: are you the same one, else?’…<br>And Strings pressed close, caressing, to him,<br>Ringing and tossing in their fond caress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Is that all true, that it’s enough, God blessed,<br>That we shall never ever part again?<br>And poor Violin replied him always ‘yes’,<br>Though its heart was sinking in sharp pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bow fell silent, understanding, then,<br>But poor Violin still echoed its complaint,<br>And what seemed music to the most men,<br>To both of them was everlasting pain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The man didn’t blow, till the night was gone, <br>The candles … And the Strings were singing, yet…<br>And they were found, drained of strength, by sun<br>On the black velvet of the sleepless bed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, January, 2001</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Innokenty+Fedorovich+Annensky">Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412533" data-title="The Bow and the Strings de Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky" data-description="How dark and heavy’s the delirium’s embrace! How they’re turbid under moon – the heights! To have touched Violin for so many years And not distinguish those Strings in light! Who craves for us? Who, insolent, has set In flames two faces,..."></div> </div> </div>

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