is. metacarpel
May cruel with white nights!
Eternal knocking at the gate: come outside!
Blue haze behind,
suspense, death ahead!
Women with mad eyes of,
With the ever-rumpled rose on chest! –
Awake! Pierce me with swords,
From my passions Deliver!
Well in a wide range of Meadow
In a fiery dance pass,
Drinking wine, laugh a dear friend
And wreaths patterned weave,
Flowers give away other people's girlfriends,
passion, sadly, happiness radiate, –
But worthy of the heavy plow
The fresh morning walk rosah!
28 May 1908
