Igor Severyanin. (№ 322314)

I go to the window at the devastation
The trees, the sea, the sky and fields.
Devastated seems to be the movement
And sailing the ship.
All emptiness. This situation
Given to you, autumn earth.
I come for his soul, and also
It's empty all the wishes and dreams!
As all youth do not seem to
And myself is to admit you're afraid!