Spring day passed without a case
At the unwashed windows;
I bored through the wall, and sang,
Like a bird captive, woman.
I, leisurely, I gathered impassively
Memories and deeds;
And it was ruthlessly clear:
Life rustled and went.
Even back thoughts, disputes,
But it will be dull and dark;
Why lower the blinds on the windows?
Day burnt out in the shower for a long time.
March 1909
