Santa Fe Poetry Broadside: Innokenty Annensky, At the Grave

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Innokenty Annensky

At the Grave

In the apartment everything is tidied--mirrors veiled,
Piano forgotten and draped like a blanketed horse.
Death came yesterday for a conference
And left the door open behind himself.
For a long time, days go unripped from the calendar,
Still, the clock ticks from the bureau.
A witness to agony, the oxygen with its mask for blue lips
Stares from the corner.
Bewildred, I uncover the corpse...
I cannot claim myself...all this carnal horror.
Or has the Secret of Beauty managed so quickly
To take shelter with an utter stranger?

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