Decadence-1913 Poem by Larisa Biyuts

I felt someone come.
It’s opaque sense of someone’s presence.
I expect, you are reality?
Speak nothing
even though you are reality!
You can’t say anything equal to the moment
when I felt your presence.
Maybe, you suppose I’ve heard you approaching?
But I’ve heard nothing of the kind.
My ear was full of music, I was full of music,
and now, suddenly I heard you.
If it were the eve of All Hallow’s Day, but no…
and I am neither hungry nor abed.
Your name is Dio?
Yes? No! Don’t answer.
Approach!