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Poems Innokenty Annensky

Whether experienced grave wires,
Ile's eyes look, inevitable,
How then do you seem like me
Clouds, my swans gentle!

Those not shooting thunderstorms to you,
Everything would be swimming in the sky
Only in the evening in the cloud of pink
As if Maiden heart is cut off ...

But not friendly you are ringing with songs,
I disappear, so you get hurt,
Hopelessly, strips thin,
Blooming, everything is drawn to each other ...

Fucking songs were afraid
In the heart, the joy was replaced by a repentance,
And you all need me, jealous,
Like crying smoky melt ...