Boris Sadovskomu
glowing ball, gold
Send into space a huge beam,
And the long dark shadow of the cone
In another space to throw the ball.
This is our world without beginning.
This cone - our earthly night.
Behind it - again, again ether
Planet melt gold…
And I'm scared, my love,
Your shining eyes:
terrible day, terrible night
radiance of nothingness.
6 January 1912
