Zinaida Gippius
Departure

Until death itself... Who would have thought?
        (A sleigh at the doorstep, wind, snow)
I know, I know. But how could one think
        That this is until death? Completely? Forever?

Be silent, be silent, we don't need hope
        (Evening, wind, snow, houses...)
But who would have thought that there is no hope?
        (A sleigh. Evening. Wind. Darkness.)

Translated by Simon Karlinsky