New Moon

New moon rose over the meadow,
Above the dewy mezhoy.
Sweet, a distant and alien,
Income, you'll be a friend.

in the afternoon – I hide, in the afternoon – silent.
Month in the sky, – no urine!
These monthly night
Rvus the beloved shoulder.

I do not ask yourself: “Who is he?”
tell all – your lips!
Only in the afternoon embrace rude,
Only in the afternoon rush ridiculous.

in the afternoon, Tormented proud demon,
Lie with a smile.
night train… Sweet, further… Brother!
Crescent moon already above the forest!

Tarusa, October 1909

*I see, both from noble goal comes another,
more noble,
For after the great goal not accept less.
Edmond Rostaing (fr.).

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