When I'm alone and immersed in the silence,
When a foreign language for a long time I did not hear,
I feel in my chest a silent flutter,
And you know she has come full.
When I'm alone, and the voices of others
not heard, Not needed, and strangers, and dark,
I feel a vocation old,
And I can see past the bends.
I do not need future, real -
All the vulgar forces, we spent in the "struggle".
I am full of the covenants of my days crunching,
these last, may be, the fate of.
3-4 January 1901