There ladies flaunt modes,
Lyceum student there any sharp -
The boredom of summer cottages, over gardens,
Above the solar dust Lakes.
There beckoning fingers scarlet
And truckers cares nothing
Above the dusty stations
unattainable dawn.
There, where I miss so painfully,
Sometimes comes to me
She - impudently entrancing
And humiliating proud.
Behind thick beer mugs,
During sleep the usual hassles
Through the veil, covered with flies,
Eyes and fine features.
What do I wait, charmed
My Lucky Star,
And stunned and anxious
wine, dawn and you?
Sighing ancient superstitions,
Black silk noisy,
Under the helmet with mourning feathers
And you stunned wine?
Amid this vulgarity mysterious,
Tell, what shall I do with you -
Elusive and only,
As the evening smoky blue?
April 1906 – 28 April 1911
