But in the fireplace dozveneli
embers.
For okoshkom brim
lights.
And blizzard sea drowning
ships.
And over the southern sea moan
cranes.
Believe me, in this world the sun
No more.
Believe me only, night heart,
I - poet!
I, what you want, fairy tales
I tell,
AND, what you want, masks
I will give.
And will any shadow of
when fire,
Strange visions essays
On the wall.
And any incline knees
before you…
And any flower will drop
Blue…
9 January 1907
