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When the leaves wet and rusty
Rowan bunch zaaleet, –
When the executioner bony hand
Hammered the final nail into the palm, –
When over rippling rivers lead,
In damp and gray height,
In the face of harsh homeland
I wobbled on the cross, –
Then - spacious and far
I looked through the blood of the dying tears,
And I see: the river wide
Me swimming in a canoe Christ.
In the eyes - the same hope,
And the same rags on it.
And sorry looking clothes
Palm, pierced by a nail.
Christ! Native scope sad!
Sick on the cross!
And your prow - whether pryachalen
To my crucified height?
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And now the wind smashed, killed
Willow bushes circled.
And the dust road
Grim old age lay on her cheeks;.
But in the dark orbit
look, glared impossible…
And the joy, and the glory -
Everything in this bottomless radiance,
and further.
But crushed herbs
sad,
And the leaves turn in the woods naked…
And dreams, and dreams, and dreams:
Experienced sun!
You me pitiful and pitiful…
ABOUT, foolish heart,
laughing boy,
When you stop beating?
3
The wind cold shoulders
Your embrace so gratifying:
Do you think - a gentle caress,
I know - the rebellion delight!
And warm eyes, like candles
Night, and listening eagerly -
Stir scary story,
And the star breathes boundary…
ABOUT, this shining night
You'll still beautiful,
AND, True dark paradise,
You'll be my star light!
I know, the cold wind,
I believe, that autumn dispassionate!
But do not learn in a dark cloak,
What do you feasted with me!..
And rushing to the autumn gave,
And listen to the distant pipes,
And Merimee night road,
Cold heights of my…
Hours passed celebrations -
My lips intoxicated
Kiss in a death anxiety
Cold your lips.
3 October 1907
