WITH. n. Gippius
Born in the year deaf
Paths do not remember his.
We - children of Russia's terrible years -
Forget unable nothing.
sizzling years!
Madness in you eh, l hope the news?
From the days of war, from the days of freedom -
Bloody glow on the faces.
There muteness - the hum of the tocsin
Forced to bar the mouth.
In hearts, enthusiastic once,
There fatal emptiness.
And let on our deathbed
Vzovetsya screaming crows, –
they, who worthily, God, God,
Yes, behold thy kingdom!
8 September 1914
