Tatiana Lvovna Schepkina-Kupernik
White night
This night not like the night:
This is the day weary without sleep.
In pale pink sky rises
Only the Ghost of the moon, not the moon.
And glides past the full moon
Clouds of the blue ridge...
So slip a fleeting dream,
Vanishing away without a trace.
Silence... Silence... Silence...
The air mysteriously-it
And as if quietly shaking
Words forgotten poems.
1912.
Location of the painting:
Samara
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