Igor Severyanin

• A Little Elegy, by Alex Cigale
  She raised herself on her fingers / and made me a gift of her lips. / I kissed her a little tiredly / in the moist autumn silence. Tears were d...
• A minor elegy, by Bernard Meares
  She rose upon her toes / And gave her lips to me. / I kissed her wearily / In the silent autumn dampness. And tears fell without a sound / In...