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Thinking of something else, undiscovered,
like a buried treasure, I absentmindedly
One by one, poppy by poppy
I beheaded my whole garden.
So, someday, in the dry
Summer, on the edge of a field,
Death's absent-minded hand
Will pluck off a head — mine.
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Π ΠΌΡΡΠ»ΡΡ
ΠΎΠ± ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠΌ, ΠΈΠ½Π°ΠΊΠΎΠΌ,
Π Π½Π΅Π½Π°ΠΉΠ΄Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠΌ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΊΠ»Π°Π΄,
Π¨Π°Π³ Π·Π° ΡΠ°Π³ΠΎΠΌ, ΠΌΠ°ΠΊ Π·Π° ΠΌΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠΌ —
ΠΠ±Π΅Π·Π³Π»Π°Π²ΠΈΠ»Π° Π²Π΅ΡΡ ΡΠ°Π΄.
Π’Π°ΠΊ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π°-Π½ΠΈΠ±ΡΠ΄Ρ, Π² ΡΡΡ
ΠΎΠ΅
ΠΠ΅ΡΠΎ, ΠΏΠΎΠ»Ρ Π½Π° ΠΊΡΠ°Ρ,
Π‘ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΡ ΡΠ°ΡΡΠ΅ΡΠ½Π½ΠΎΠΉ ΡΡΠΊΠΎΡ
Π‘Π½ΠΈΠΌΠ΅Ρ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Ρ — ΠΌΠΎΡ.
Β«For M. Lozinsky It goes on without end β the day, hevy and amber! / How impossible is grief, how vain the waiting! / And with a silver voice, again the deer / Speaks in the deer-park of the Northern Lights. And I believe that there is cool snow, / And a blue font for those whose hands ar...Β»
Β«Weβre all drunkards here. Harlots. / Joylessly weβre stuck together. / On the walls, scarlet / Flowers, birds of a feather, / / Pine for clouds. Your black pipe / Makes strange shapes rise. / I wear my skirt tight / To my slim thighs. / / Windows tightly shut. / Whatβs ...Β»
Β«My feather was brushing the top of the carriage / And I was looking into his eyes. / There was a pining in my heart / I could not recognise. / / The evening was windless, chained / Solidly under a cloudbank, / As if someone had drawn the Bois de Boulogne / In an old album in black I...Β»
Β«Gift haphazard, unavailing, / Life, why wert thou given to me? / Why art thou to death unfailing / Sentencing by dark destiny? / / Who in harsh despotic fashion / Once from Nothing called me out, / Filled my soul with burning passion / Vexed and shook my mind with doubt? / / I ...Β»