the quays, where gray trees…

the quays, where gray trees
On the track of Ophelia… (she necklace
He lifted, – not dressed up as dead!)
But still
(Once deathbed – NOT
We have unwanted!
Once this is unbearable
And in death, wherein
The primeval mountains we tear down
On the heart!..) – she's a few vosny
braided – swim
fiancee – and vencenosnoj.

So – nebeskorystnoyu
The victim of the world:
Ophelia – leaves,
Orpheus – his lyre…
– And I? –

28 September 1923

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