My mother
I planted my light paradise
High fence and fence,
And in the blue air, in Brave Region
He comes to her mother's sweet son.
"Son of a cute, where are you?"- Silence.
Over a part of the fence sun ripens,
And slowly and surely warms
Eden valley wine.
And carefully avoids mother
My gardens, my precepts,
Again klichet: "My son! Where are you?»
Flower careful not to crush badly…
Everything is quiet. Does she,
That the heart is brewing behind the fence?
That same joy is not necessary
Vkusyvshym rayskoho wine?
April 1907
