ABOUT, not! you will not break the heart
neither flattery, no beauty, a word.
I'm a stranger to you, and a new,
All ghost, all dead, in light of dreams.
And you go. And a white shroud
Prizhmesh to his lips you, staying in dreams.
All will sleep: you bury the body,
What do you stand for three nights in the minds of.
Drunk with beautiful dreams,
You'll reproach send destiny.
You decorate delicate flowers
mound, dreamed you.
And my shadow will pass before thee
On the ninth day, and on the day of the fortieth
unrecognized, beautiful, lifeless.
This because you searched for? - Yes, such.
When your sadness fade out,
want to live, timidly at first, you
In other dreams, fairy tales are not those…
And you just wish and strive Beauty.
And he will come, friend, long-awaited,
Wake you from sleep unearthly.
And in another world, for a moment perfumed,
You umchit last spring.
And I will die, forgotten and unnecessary,
In that day, when your new friend will come,
At the very moment, when your laughter pearl
he will tell, passed ailment.
You will forget my grave, name…
And suddenly - wake up: empty; no fire;
And at this hour, under the caresses of strangers,
Remembered you and call a - I!
How wildly you will stretch out your hands
In the dead of night, about, my poor!
Alas! Do not reach the sounds of life
Of those consoled by the unknown world.
you curse, afflicted and austere,
All my life for, there is no one to love!
But there is an answer in my poems alarming:
Their secret heat will help you live.
15 December 1913
