A. M. D. his blood
Drawn on a shield.
Pushkin
City of Fog,
Staff earth hell,
Coldly, strange and earlier
Left sick child.
As if playing hide and seek
With Eternity - boy sick,
strolling, chertit figures
And calls for the fight.
Voice and brash and thin,
The idea - a child-high.
Weak and sickly child
The handle has a stalk.
Stem universal case
Strokes and is calling: pray!
Around the emaciated body
flower stems curled…
Here rise above -
Soon will go into the sky…
Voice quieter, quieter…
Soon cries - understand.
10 April 1903
