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.
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.