Once a peer (of copper…

Once a peer (of copper
my hair! Live conductor!)
I vowed to grow old,
Alas: sag – I forgot.

Not believing homeland snows –
………………………………………
He just waved to the gods:
Where do not grow old, not turning gray…

……………………………………..
………………………… old
I sang – silver,
it is me – poserebrylo.

December 1940

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