When you are cornered and depressed
By people, dues or anguish.
When, undetneath the coffin desk,
All that inspired you, perished;
When through the deserted town dome,
Hopless and weak,
You're finally returning home,
And rhimes are on thy eaves, -
Then - come to rest for short-lifed flash
To hear the silence of night
You'll fathom other life by ears
That's hard to fathom 't daylight
In new way you will do the glance
Of long snow streets and foam of fire,
Of night, quite waiting for the lance
Of morning in white garden, piled.
Of heaven - Book among the books
You'll find in the drained soul
Again your loving mother's look
And at this moment, peerless, sole
The latterns on the lampost's glass
The frost, that chilled your blood
Your stone-hold love, already past
All'll flare up in heart.
Then everything you'll highly bless
You'll see that life is much great
Than quantum satis* of Brand's confess
And always splendid is your fate.
Anthony Davydov
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-you-are-cornered-and-depressed/
