Oh, table, on which I write!
I thank you with all my heart:
You’ve given a trunk to me —
With goal a table to be —
But keep being the living trunk! —
With — over my head — your leaf, young,
With fresh bark and hot pitch’s tears,
With roots — till the bottom of Earth!
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Мой письменный верный стол!
Спасибо за то, что ствол
Отдав мне, чтоб стать — столом,
Остался — живым стволом!
С листвы молодой игрой
Над бровью, с живой корой,
С слезами живой смолы,
С корнями до дна земли!
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