The sense that love is coming’s worse
Than love itself. Love is like war –
You’ve come together, eye to eye.
You’re with her – nothing more in store.
The approach of love is like a storm:
You feel a dampness in your pores
But still it’s calm – the piano’s sound
Can yet be heard beyond the doors.
Yet the barometer goes down;
The pressure’s falling through the floor,
And in your fear of God knows what,
Too late to cling on to the shore!
No, worse than that. It’s like a trench:
You sit and wait the word to start
And not far off, another waits
To put a bullet through your heart.
(Konstantin Simonov)
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