(upon receipt, "the last verse of")
Woman, crazy arrogant woman!
I understand your every hint,
White spring fever
Ringing all the rage lines!
All words - like the sting of hatred,
All words - like stabbing steel!
Saturated with poison dagger
the whole blade, looking into the distance…
But in the distance I see the sea -, sea,
Giant sketch new countries,
your voice is not heard in the chorus of menacing,
Where is buzzing and howling hurricane!
Fearfully, sweet, inevitably, must
I - to rush into mnogopenny shaft,
You - the green-eyed Naiad
Sing, splash around in the Irish rock -
Highly - over us - over the waves, –
As the dawn of the black rocks -
Blowing banner - Internatsonal!
1 June 1918