All day - vanity graves…


All day - vanity graves.
In the bluish smoke of incense
Unknown wandered dejectedly,
But opened - only to me alone.

Not the first time I met with him.
He - and the strange faceless stranger,
would have trembled before him all,
To me - the joy of a pale corpse.

Hazy specter stood before me
In sinevatom kurenyi Kadin.
He owns the mine heart,
He then came after me.

January 1902

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