To poet

Wake up, linking,
Open your eyes,
Lead look to snow,
Cling the doubting hoarse voice!
There, on the sunset coasts,
You must link innocence
With all the living,
Falling in disgrace.

Clarify, destitute,
In tact
And out
Come burned in dreams!
Brush bleached
Draws glaring Capitol.
And under petal fear must tremble,
Be crying will,
Be clearer then the bright morn
After horrific grief could be!

Original text on Russian:
http://www.stihi.ru/2011/04/26/5469

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