And it was here — it was autumn - Vladimir Solovyov

And it was here — it was autumn —

When I told Her: “Divine Flower,

I feel Your touch! But why have you hidden Yourself

From my sight since I was a boy?”

At the very moment these thoughts moved through my mind —

Instantly, golden azure filled the room,

And she shone before me once again —

But just Her face — Her face.

At that instant lasting bliss was born in me!

Once more my soul went blind to mundane matters.

If I gave a sober hearing to Her, I know not what I heard;

Her words were incomprehensible, talk fit for a fool.

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Vladimir Solovyov (or Soloviev) (1853 - 1900) Russia

Translated by Ivan M. Granger

Source: Poetry Chaikhana