Street, Street…
Shadows silently hurrying
sell body,
And forgetting to buy,
And again plunge
The sleepy lake town - winter cold…
You are sleeping. Forget the word luminous.
ABOUT, if it were not in the windows
worlds mercaûŝih!
Curtains and scarlet flowers!
persons, tipped over poor performance!
Everything is quiet.
The moon rose.
And the cloud of feathers ranks
they fled away.
January 1905
