(From the album «Kindisch» * T. n. Gippius)
GOLDEN globeflowers person.
Their stem is wet.
It came molchalnitsy
Received an important
The forest scented well.
There, where thawed,
commanded to keep silent,
And in the spring of excessive cherished
Turned gray mist ruins.
Neighborhood littered with moss.
night hair stretched tight in the log cabins
I PNI.
We are in the trees or in the shade
From a distance, we start to penetrate into the tube remote.
Approaching new days.
But while we're alone,
And silently open bloodless lips.
miracle! about, miracle!
quietly smoke
It rises from the pond…
We still keep silent.
Morning Path carotid shot an arrow,
But one - on the hand, overturned in the heights,
Palm in a resinous mist -
firefly lifted… Ohlyanys:
Where did you hide the green light needle night?
Not, revenge,
glowworm, silent-friendly!
light piece,
Klochochek dawn…
Will you day bezzakatny!
C at night you do not Radel -
That's all gone…
A night you do not feel sorry -
And it becomes too light.
will suffer, repent,
And biting, and layatsya,
You, green, strong, small,
cute creatures, unheard.
fog swirls, pronosytsya
On gray ponds.
Soon everyone yo queries
To the Holy Places.
19 February 1905
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"Baby" (it.).
