Speaking In Tongues
Scribbling In Voices
Ivan Bunin
Translated by Alex Sitnitsky
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I came to her after midnight.
She was asleep. The moon was setting
Into the window. The satin
Of the bedspread shone in the light.
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And in this gentle, faint gleam,
Parting her naked breasts, she nestled.
Like water in the fragile vessel,
Her life stood calmly in the dream.