AT.
1
All remember the oar sighs
My blissful shoulder…
Under this gaze fleeing
I could not think of anything…
Your movements timid,
A wrong turn rudder…
And stretching into the night white
Invalid ghost ship…
And in the clear sea drowning
Sad mill fishing schooners…
And gold melting voskhodnom
aimless path, aimless loach…
28 May 1908
2
Black crows in the twilight snow,
Black velvet on swarthy shoulders.
Languid voice singing a tender
I sing about Southern Nights.
The light heart - the passion and carelessness,
As if from the sea I motioned.
Over bottomless failure to eternity,
panting, flies trotter.
A snowy wind, your breath,
Intoxicated my lips…
Valentine, star, mechtane!
Nightingales sing your…
scary world! He is too small for the heart!
It - your kisses delirium,
Dark Wraith of gypsy songs,
The hasty flight of comets!
February 1910
3
I know your name is flattering,
Black velvet and lips on fire,
But it is necessary for your shoulders
Sometimes unknown to me.
And falls hard gnevnost
I'm between the eyebrows on the forehead:
It burns me, black jealousy
By your strange land.
And are ready for new flour,
I remember those blizzards, snow,
Your wild weak hands,
Mumbles your pearls.
18 November 1910
