The Stone Guest , Shake a hand ,
You see , the palm , although ripped ,
Keep brush her marble
Like hot, it was used only risky
Believe it if I said :
Do not press this hand even in the most beautiful dream.
The grass , the water , the coast here , the shore there
Where we can see now, clods of earth , wood , oak
At ABC -SOS dance or thunderstorms , the names of roses
Painted a golden crust slope ,
For which up , forgetting about the day , seeing the light,
In torch fire there
Crabs, fish , seagulls , owls, mice, snakes , bobcats , wolves -
Everyone will come to me,
Air, water, stones , herbs , juices , flames , snow and pine
Podnesut me .
Roots creep breathing bark,
Half- moon half-dead rushes north , fire,
City lights in the silent sky cloudless I dream
Wolfish eyes, it is not dangerous ,
Just know , see , but know break it
Headlights , let it burn in the fire ,
Let them go out only when look after , there
Crabs, fish , seagulls , owls, mice, snakes , bobcats , wolves -
Everyone will come to me,
Air, water, stones , herbs , juices , flames , snow and pine
Podnesut me .
'll Lie here and I ...
