6
fright seized, drawn by
In the maelstrom…
As this room is familiar!
And ever held?
AND, horrified, disconnected whispers…
AND, hiding face,
Timid hands recoiling stronger
melodious ring…
…And in the morning the first ray of ringing
Through the yellow curtains…
And God draws on the body sleeping
His light pattern.
2 January 1914
7
Night, as the century, and languid thrill,
And passionate delirium,
The mouth of the blissfully strange babble,
In the box - vintage, faint light.
unrealistic confidence,
Not, not words -
the, it loses all values,
Zabrezhzhit pale day barely…
Then - in the Sight for Sore Eyes -
Your therein lies!
Then my mouth writhing scarlet
In your mysterious like!
27 December 1913
