Snowy haze soared.
Formed drifts around.
Yes. I'm not familiar with you.
You - my poems captive ligature.
And secretly weaving ligature,
Snow yarn weave and the Scourge.
You're not the first I surrendered
On a dark bridge.
Here - the electric light.
There - empty seas,
And icebound evil water.
I will not open you the door.
Not.
Never.
And snow spray dragging for a,
We fly in the depths of the millions…
You look all the same captive soul
The dome is still the same - star…
And look in sorrow,
And the snow blue…
Brown gave,
And the brilliant running sled…
And when they meet with me
inevitable eyes, –
Snow depths are revealed,
approaching the mouth…
Height. Depth. Snegovaya tishy.
And you are silent.
And in your soul hopeless
The same light, captive sadness.
ABOUT, poetry winter srebrosnezhnoy!
I read your heart.
3 January 1907
