I love your twilight unknown
And your secret flowers,
About you, poetry pretty
blessed dreams!
You assured us, poets,
What shade is easy to mob
From the shores of the cold Lethe
Fly to Breg earth
And invisibly visit
seats, where it was still a mile,
And in the dream console
Heart friends abandoned;
They are, immortality by eating,
They await Eliza,
Like waiting for a feast dear family
His slowed the guests ...
But, may be, empty dreams -
May be, Risotto with grobovoy
All the feelings I throw the earth,
And I will be a stranger to the world of the earth;
May be, there, where everything shines
Imperishable glory and beauty,
Where pure flame of devouring
being imperfection,
Minute life experiences
Not save my soul,
I will know no regrets,
I forget the longing of love?..
