Without the word idea, excitement without a name,
What your sending me a sign,
Suddenly vzborozdiv instant lightning knowledge
Deaf December darkness?
All ghost here - and idleness, and care,
And the bitter years…
What would any, - you remember, remember something,
Soul… (when? when?)
What would any, all the lies, all the wisdom of the century,
Soul, forget, leave…
Dreams of being you prefer otveka
unattainable reality…
That through dreams existential throwing,
Go astray,
With the knowledge of untold shapes,
As with the torch, pass the.
December 1911
