The Great Comet Of 1812

Where to now?
Where can I go now?
Not to the Club
Not to pay calls.

Mankind seems so pitiful
So poor
Compared to that softened, grateful, last glance
She gave me through her tears.

It was clear and cold
About the dirty streets
Above the black roofs
Stretched the dark starry sky.

This vast firmament
Open to my eyes
Wet with tears.

And there in the middle
Above Prechistensky Boulevard
Surrounded and sprinkled on all sides by stars
Shines the Great Comet of 1812
The Brilliant Comet of 1812.

The comet said to portend
Untold horrors
And the end of the world
But for me
The comet brings no fear
No, I gaze joyfully.

And this bright star
Having traced its parabola
With inexpressible speed
Through immeasurable space
Seems suddenly
To have stopped
Like an arrow piercing the earth
Stopped for me.

It seems to me
That this comet
Feels me
Feels my softened and uplifted soul
And my newly melted heart
Now blossoming
Into a new life.