All the same, as the marine blue…

All the same, as the marine blue –
The eyes of the tragic heroines.
In this hall, free and neoglяdn,
Sleepy eyes Ariadne
deceived, feathered Phaedrus
rejected, entrails of the last
In vain we cry out to the knife…
So, in the chest, Are still alive, I look.

24 July 1923

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