On the threshold of the dark secretly
Saints whisper names.
I know: We in the church together,
You think: Here you're alone…
I listen to your sighs
In some unrealizable dream…
about some love words…
AND, God! dream about me…
But once again silence around,
And the crying voice trailed off…
Again whisper names
Insanely forgotten saints.
All ghost - all the grief - all lies!
tremor, and I pray, and SEPCA…
ABOUT, If the wings vzmahnesh,
With you fly away forever!..
March 1902
