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understand, I'm confused, I'm confused
Pages and lines of poetry,
Cloak your shoulders enveloped,
I stayed with you without words…
Understand, in the twilight - sorcerer
I stand over you and wait
By beating festive flag,
On guard, the wind, delirious…
And the wind sings and predicts
Me in the future - a dream blue…
He wants to laugh, he wants,
I hope you had fun with me!
And the roses, autumn rose
I dream every step
through the mist, and lights, and frost,
on white, on light snow!
On the future of the wind will not tell,
Do not say autumn flower,
What a cute quietly untie
his silk, black scarf…
With only a resounding gong dream
And the soul scorching shadow…
Heart - flying bird…
What is in the heart - poignant laziness…
21 October 1907
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The infinite distance corridors
Not whether it is dancing yonder?
I do not dispute this music eh
From her at this hour was taken?
Nothing you do not say, people,
do not understand, that obscure my temple.
flutter, sighing breast
Sore eyes open.
Heart - easy bird to oblivion
The golden hour of flying:
That she, In a drunken Whirling,
Funeral feast celebrating by dancing for you.
She did not have anyone of modest,
She did not mind and do not need stupid,
And probably not like the dark,
Prislonennyh, like me, near the wall…
A heart, suspension, as light bird,
flight you, love wake,
You languor languor eyelashes,
By the pale swarthy shoulders dropping!
heart beats, like a bird languishes -
Then she began to swim away -
In light dance, letyashtaya bird,
to nobody, nothing is true…
23 October 1907
