Not yet does the current hold sway
but it’s drowning the blue ice;
the clouds have not melted away,
yet the snow is drifting in sunlight.
Through a half-open door
my heart hears a whisper…
You don’t yet love, but no more
can you keep your distance.
by Иннокентий Фёдорович Анненский (Innokenty Fyodorovich Annensky)
Translated by Robert Chandler