Once again blizzard, blizzard
Viet, poet, circles…
All - Visions, all - betrayal…
The snow Cup, full of foam,
Hop
rings…
curve, zamchy,
A heart, shut up,
Drifts Devic trail -
no death!
In the dark field
haunting light!
Bitter lot -
Many years…
Here we go again, again return
Empty dance…
snowstorm sings. Your voice - intelligible.
you rushed
Again in a circle,
earthly friend
Sverknuv of the moment…
What is dance? How is light
You tease and manish?
In the whirl of this
When you get tired?
whose songs? The sights and sounds?
What am I afraid?
pinching sounds
And - free Russia?..
And if mechtane, and Slovenia kruzhenьe,
Earth escapes, hidden firmament,
And if madness, and if torment,
Oblivion and remove, confusion and death, –
you mchishsya! you mchishsya!
You left hand
Forward…
And the song rises…
And strange radiance shine features…
successful dance!
ABOUT, song! ABOUT, prowess! ABOUT, death! ABOUT, mask…
- as harmonics?
1 November 1907
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harmonics, harmonics!
Hey, sing, Vizze and ZGI!
Hey, little yellow buttercups,
spring flowers!
There's a whistle, to a prisvistom
Walk till dawn,
Kustochki quiet rustling
I nod: look.
I look - threw up his hands,
The dance went wide,
All showered flowers
And in the song emanated…
Invalid, sly,
insidious, - bottles!
And be forever poison the
wasted soul!
I go crazy, I'll loose my mind,
Bezumstvuya, love,
What are you all - night, and all you - the darkness,
And all of you - when he was drunk…
That my soul has taken away,
Otravoj performed,
What about you, you sing,
And songs are no numbers!..
9 November 1907
