In the Epistle to the earthly rulers
I spoke of eternal hope.
They did not believe the cries,
And I'm not as, like before.
No one is open now
Togo, that is born in the mind.
Let them think - I'm in the desert
I wander, straitened and numbers.
But, God! what MESSAGE
From now on, I'm sending the Blessed!
My fatal Poznan
It deepened in the darkness of the radiant…
And only one of the world
It is reflected in every syllable…
But it is - a participant of the feast
In your, about, God! - Landing.
27 January 1903
