By spilling pigments from a tumbler;
I formed an oceans’ jagged cheekbones
Atop the crest of aspic platter.
I read the summons of fresh youth
on rusty glint of fish scale tin.
So could you
take
a drainpipe flute
and play a nocturne on a whim?
1913
Translated by Dina Belyayeva
The original audio recording in Russian
Russian original
Biography
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