1
With it, I went to sea,
With it, I left the shore,
With her I was away,
With her, I forgot to close…
ABOUT, red sail
The green dáli!
black glass beads
On the dark shawls!
It goes from dim Mass,
No blood heart…
Christ, weary cross to bear…
Adriaticheskoy love -
My last -
forgive, simple!
9 May 1909
2
evg. Ivanov
A cold wind from the lagoon.
Gondola bezmolvnыe grave.
I am on this night - the sick and the young -
Stretched out in the lion pillar.
in the tower, With songs iron,
The Giants beat the midnight hour.
Mark drowned in the lagoon lunar
Patterned its iconostasis.
In the shadow of the palace gallery,
A little moonlit,
openly, passes Salome
From my bloody head.
All sleeping - palaces, channels, people,
Only a ghost sliding step,
Just head on black dish
She looks longingly into the surrounding gloom.
August 1909
3
Weakens the life thrust rumble.
He goes back the tide of worries.
And a wind through the black velvet
About the Hereafter sings.
I Ochnus another homeland,
Not in this gloomy country?
And the memory of this life
Sigh l ever dream?
Who will give me life? A descendant of the Doge,
Merchant, fisherman, il Priest
In the coming darkness divides bed
With the coming of my mother?
May be, venetseyskoy virgins
Canzone delicate ear captivity,
Father coming through the tunes
Already have a presentiment?
And really in the age to come
Baby me - tells the fate
For the first time ever and wavering
Open from the lion pillar?
Mother, that sing deaf strings?
Oh, you dream, may be,
Me from the wind, from the lagoon
Sacred shawl shield?
Not! All, what is, what happened, - live!
dreams, visions, Duma - off!
Wave recurrent tide
Throws in the velvet night!
26 August 1909
Boltun, phrases dreaming of earthly life, trying to say something about the spiritual true world, not understanding what to say.
Name, your comment is stupid. And you yourself are stupid, like a cork.