A Gas Butterfly

Tell me what's happening to me?
Why is my heart beating so fervently?
why has this madness, like a wave,
Broken through the rock of habit?

Is it my strength or just my torment
I'm too disturbed to tell:
From the shimmering lines of life
I extract a forgotten phrase...

Is it a thief who turns his lantern
Upon the crowd of dreary letters?
I can't help reading the phrase,
But haven't the strength to go back...

It really had to flare up,
But it only harries the darkness;
All night, like a gas-flame butterfly
It trembles, but cannot escape...

by Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky

Comments (51)

A fragmentary poem on love that has a dreamy quality to it! Like a dream that has no logical sequence, your poem presents some scattered pictures..... an empty canvas, colors, rose garden, empty streets and the lovers walking over the sandy shore! If they can be connected, it will make a great poem!
If love is broken and affection fades, even if only temporarily, we mortals are doomed with empty sky. Unwritten papers and feel everything in deep gloom. That’s true Love. Beautiful writ sir thank you for sharing
Beautiful dream where canvas remain empty of colors. A rosy dream where where the night falls in a rosy faint, and snow like a' ruby 'drops....Yes, sometimes we miss our title song. Beautiful flow of words. Interesting write. Loved reading it.
Did pencils ever write? Did paint ever portray? a rosy garden where roses fall silent In the morning of singing song, whistling birds Wonderful Lines dear Sir, In depth in thought and I enjoyed the beauty of this write up!
a rosy garden where roses fall silent at the gaze of the moon, where the night falls in a rosy faint, and snow like a' ruby 'drops.... Beautiful.....10
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