Why did you come, my thoughts, in instant, <br />Like thieves to rob my quiet habitation, <br />Like vultures, gloomy and malignant, <br />With thirst for dread retaliation. <br /> <br />My hopes are gone, and ran away my visions, <br />My eyes were opened by fierce agitation, <br />And, in the sacred books of new religions, <br />I read my words, my deals and plans for future actions. <br /> <br />For that, that I with looks so calm and quiet, <br />Watched them who sailed to victory and glory, <br />That with my lips I touched the lips in fire, <br />Which did not have the former sinning story, <br /> <br />That those hands of mine, my own fingers, <br />Didn’t know a plough, were so thin and pliant, <br />And that my songs, the rambling meistersingers, <br />Could only sing, while making a sad sound, <br /> <br />For all this now came repudiation. <br />Blind men will smash the gentle, deceptive temple, <br />And thoughts will come into my habitation, <br />And strangle me, like thieves – a shabby tramper.<br /><br />Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-thoughts-38/
