Wild Wind
glass oppression,
Shutters with loops
violently vomits.
Paschal Matins hour,
The ringing of a distant, sad ringing,
Deafness and Black.
only the wind, guest sassy,
shaking the gates.
Outside the window, black and empty,
The night is full of steps and crunch,
There, the river breaks the ice,
There I was waiting for the bride…
How can I throw an evil slumber,
As I drive away guests?
How sweet to me - a stranger,
Proklyatómu not give?
How not to throw everything in the world,
Do not despair at all,
If the wind goes to visit,
Only wild black wind,
Shaking my house?
What are you, wind,
glass gnesh?
Shutters with loops
wildly rvesh?
22 Martha 1916
