two poems

1

Pillow already hot
At both sides.
That's the second candle
extinguished, and the cry of the crow
It becomes even more audible.
On this night, I did not sleep,
Too late to think about sleep…
How unbearably white
Blind white window.
Hello!

2

The same voice, the same view,
Same hair flaxen.
Just like a year ago,
Through the glass beams day
Lime white walls dazzle…
Fresh lilies fragrance
And your words simple.

1909

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