Heart secretly asks death.
heart lung, glide…
That's me in the life brought
Snow silver paths…
As upon that distant ice-hole
Quiet water vapor Stirs,
So his silent gait
You brought me here.
has got, pinned gaze
And the hand hug,
And cold prizora
White death betrayed…
And in any other monastery
I was destined to eke out,
If your heart wants death,
Secretly asks the bottom?
12 January 1907
