City in the red beyond
His dead face turned,
The gray-stone body
sun doused with blood.
The walls of factories, window glass,
Dirty rusty coat,
Waving curl -
Everything was flooded sunset.
Shine sparkling mane
gold, as fever, horses,
Mad rush diva
Greedy cloud breasts,
Red janitor splashing buckets
With piano crimson water,
Fire dancing hip
Prostitutes areal,
And the tower bell
In the booming dance and copper tongue
Seems bell Razdolny
bloodied language.
28 June 1904
