5
False window on the black sky,
And the spotlight on the ancient palace.
Here it goes - all in patterned
And with a smile on his dark face.
A wine too stirs my eyes
And through his veins the fire has spread…
What do I sing this evening, signora?
What shall I sing, so you were sleeping?
June 1909
6
Under the heat of the Florentine laziness
Poorer sense you:
Silent church steps,
Flowers bloom neradostnye.
So take care of the rest of the feelings,
Keep at least a creative lie:
Only in the light skiff of art
Boredom world uplyvesh.
17 May 1909
