my thoughts are buried in impotence…

my thoughts are buried in impotence.
stifling, light, cheerlessly and fun.
You, prozvenevshaya in a strange abundance,
My soul triumph curtain.

You do not have name, ineffable,
You - my secret, to temporarily hide,
my sun, in the triumph clothed,
Thicket blessed and poisonous!

October 1902

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