E. P. Ivanov
crying baby. Under the moon crescent
Dragged across the field traveler humpbacked.
In a grove of laughs at a round hump
Someone hairy, curve and horny.
In the road from the pale moon.
Pale girl hiding in the grass.
Arms, like grass, pale and tender.
Wind rustles their left and right.
Whispers and sloping grass blue.
Hunchback dancing in the moonlight bicornuate.
Someone is calling silver pipe.
Someone runs illuminated road.
Pale girl stood up from the grass.
They raised their hands to knowing, to silence.
Ear to the ground motionless leaning,
Listens hunchback expectations, breath.
In grove shaggy silently shivers.
Month fell lit cereals.
crying baby. And the wind is silent.
close the tube. And it is not visible in the dark.
14 December 1903
