I pray to the window beam ...

I pray to the window beam
He is pale, thin, straight.
Today I have been silent since this morning,
And the heart - in half.
On my wash-hand basin
Copper turned green.
But this is how the ray plays on it,
What fun to look at.
Such an innocent and simple
In the evening silence,
But in this temple is empty
It's like a golden holiday
And consolation to me.

November 3, 1910, Kiev

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