Again snowmaking column,
Elagin bridge and two fire.
And the voice of a woman in love.
And the crunch of sand and snorting horse.
two Tenney, merged in a kiss,
Flying in space sled.
But openly and not jealous,
I am with this new - of prisoners - with her.
Yes, there is a sad delight
In, that love will pass, snow.
ABOUT, really, unless it is necessary to swear
In the old loyalty forever?
Not, I first caress
And in a strict definition of my
Already in the submission do not play
And the kingdom is required in it.
Not, with constancy geometer
I reckon every time without words
bridges, chapel, wind sharpness,
Uninhabited islands low.
I honor the rite: easy to fill
Bearish cavity on the fly,
AND, delicate state embraced, clever,
And the race in the snow and the darkness,
And remember narrow shoes,
Falling in love with the cool fur…
After my breasts in a duel
Does not meet the groom sword…
After all, with a candle in an old alarm
It does not wait at the door of his mother…
After all, poor husband for dense shutters
It will not be jealous…
The night passed shone,
The present calls,
All alone - the continuation of the Ball,
Of light in the darkness of the transition…
22 November 1909
