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Open Panopticon sad
One, two and three years.
a crowd of drunken and insolent
slowly ... In a coffin waiting for the queen.
It lies in a coffin glass,
And do not dead or alive,
And people whisper about her constantly
obscene words.
She stretched lazily -
ever forget, ever sleep ...
Snake easily, leisurely
She sting wax his chest ...
I myself, disgraceful and corrupt,
with blue circles around the eyes,
came to see the profile of an important,
On Wax, an outdoor parade ...
you consider each,
But, if your coffin was not empty,
I heard not one
haughty sigh decayed mouth:
"I burn incense. Scatter flowers.
I immemorial ages
was a queen in Egypt.
now - I wax. I decay. I am dust. " -
"The Queen! I am captivated by thee!
I was a slave in Egypt,
And now destined by fate
me to be a poet and the king!
Do you see now from the grave,
that Russia, like Rome, drunk with you?
What I Caesar - we both
the ages are equal before the fate? "
silent. Look. She did not hear. But
chest heaves barely
And for transparent fabric breathes ...
And hear the quiet words:
"Then I will rend the storm.
Now pluck the burning of all
a drunken poet - Tears,
a drunken prostitute - laughter. "
December 16, 1907
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