There will be day I disappear by Ivan Bunin
There will be day I disappear
All be the same in empty room
A table and, of course, a chair
And simple icon I resume.
And butterfly in coloured silk
will fly under the ceiling blue
to flit to rustle and to blink
to soar to flutter there anew.
The same be bottom of the sky
to look in open window of mine,
The azure sea be still and smooth
with all its deep attracting views.
P.s. This is my translation of poem by Ivan Bunin
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2020
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