1
our Argo!
Andrew White
The watchman at the entrance to the tower,
faithful servants.
passionately believe, vыsi we measure,
Forever forward pipe.
Forever - tomorrow. The grid
Every day and hour
Glorifies the voice clear
One of us.
Air filled sighs,
lightning hopes.
Height from lights nesmykany
Inflammation of the eyelids.
Pink Angel tells,
tell: "Here she is:
beads below T, knit in the yarn -
Eternal spring".
The bright moment you hear the sound
exhaust storms.
Silently we associate with hands,
Fly in lazury.
2. MORNING
Up in the morning, we argue in the rooms,
At dawn one of us
It speaks to the pink zoryam -
Golden hour welcome.
High he is above us -
Thin profile against the pale dawn.
Behind him, behind -
All fields and forests in silver.
So standing in a circle of silver,
dignify, Miloserdova and rigorous,
On his forehead pale pure
We read, that near term.
3. EVENING
The sun goes west. silence.
I dozed off my vanity.
Others even breathing.
Ahead - fire line.
I call you, mortal friend!
come outside! move aside, land!
On zole progremevshih burnt
I stand, Soothe my life.
Income, My dormice confessed,
Communion and wipe the mouth…
Soothe me quiet victory
Raspylavsheysya crimson dawn.
4. NIGHT
They see it!
AT. Bruce
You, Whose Twilight was so bright,
Whose voice calls tihostyu, –
Elevated heavenly arches
All down a set of.
My hour prayer pedologue -
Zautra was overcome sleep.
Still ringing in the soul shard
Past and future times.
And at this hour, which is short,
Tormented soul call:
Yavys! extended for another residue
minutes, glimpse of reality!
You, Whose shadow has long trembles
The sunset-pink dust!
Before whom languish and grinds
Harsh land of my mage!
You - the last tribes Banner,
You, Resurrection Shadow!
call thee! Bend over us!
We dress garment tihosti!
5. NIGHT
Sleep. Let thy sleep calm.
I pray. I breath Heed.
I am sad, as a transcendental warrior,
Done armor on the ground.
Infinitely easy my burden.
Heavy Only those instants.
All will carry the golden time:
My chain, Duma and books.
who rebels, - in the heart of generous,
But immensely rights taciturn.
Distressed I am at the Lebanese cedar,
You - in the shade of an olive tree of peace.
January madman! I plunged into the heart
Reddish coal prophet!
branches overshadowed the world you…
Neprobudnaя… Sleep before the deadline.
March, April 1904
