dead of night. Tsepenenye…


dead of night. Tsepenenye
Per sleepy laid down.
In vain thirst for inspiration, –
Do not beat a dead wing.

Around the deep darkness. I cry,
I called my family dreams,
Term random songs, –
But the songs are pale and sickly.

ABOUT, these serious moments
I see, I promise life,
That the beating wings of the future -
sorrow, - not give rise to songs.

20 August 1899

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