Porosh

Food. Quiet. Ringing is audible
Under the hoof in the snow,
Only the gray crows
They rustled in the meadow.

Enchanted by the invisible,
The forest sleeps under the dream tale,
Like a white kerchief
The pine was tied up.

Ponagnulas, like an old man,
Leaning on the stick,
And over the top of the head
Dent a woodpecker on the bitch.

Horse gallops, there is a lot of space,
He's snowing and stallet of shawl.
Endless Road
Runs away from the tape.

1914

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