Letters

She sat on the floor
And sorted out a pile of letters -
And, like cooled ash,
I took them in my hands and threw them -

I took familiar sheets
And she looked at them wonderfully -
How souls look from above
The body thrown by them ...

Oh, how much life was there
Irretrievably experienced!
Oh, how many sad minutes
Love and joy killed! ..

I stood silently aside
And I was ready to fall on my knees, -
And I became terribly sad,
Like the inherent sweet shadow

F.I. Tyutchev. "She was sitting on the floor ..."