Plume, spattered with stars,
Blue, blue, blue eyes.
Between earth and heaven
Whirlwind raised by fire.
Life and death in the eternal circling,
All - in silk tight -
You - ways open milky,
Hidden in the clouds of storm.
Pali stifling fog.
dim, gas Board, Strait of darkness…
You - the hand of a narrow, white, strange
Torch-cup in his hands gave me.
Cup-torch thrown into the blue dome -
Rasplesnetsya Milky Way.
You alone ascend over the entire desert
comet trail of drill.
Give silver touch folds,
Indifferent heart to know,
As my way stradalny sweet,
How easily and clearly dying.
September 1906
