You threaten us last hour,
Out of the blue star of eternity!
But our maids - of atlases
Silk world output: Yes!
But awake all night by the same voice -
Steel and flat - train!
All night light pour into your villages covering
Berlin, and London, and Paris,
And we do not know the surprise,
Watching your way through the glass roof,
Benzene brings healing,
The stars spreads Matchish!
Our world, peacock tail spread,
How do you, filled with a riot of dreams:
through the Simplon, seas, wilderness,
Through the scarlet vortex of celestial roses,
through the night, through the mist - to strive from now
Flight flock - steel dragonflies!
Hrozys, hrozys over head,
Stars terrible beauty!
Smolkay angrily behind,
Monotonous banging screw!
But death is not terrible hero,
While mad dream!
September 1910
