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Now, like a little snake, it curls into a ball,
\nBewitching your heart,
\nThen for days it will coo like a dove
\nOn the little white windowsill.<\/p>\n
Or it will flash as bright frost,
\nDrowse like a gillyflower…
\nBut surely and stealthily it will lead you away
\nFrom joy and from tranquility.<\/p>\n
It knows how to sob so sweetly
\nIn the prayer of a yearning violin,
\nAnd how fearful to divine it
\nIn a still unfamiliar smile.<\/p>\n
November 24, 1911 Love conquers by deception, …<\/p>\n And when it smiled, You became luminous, Autumn 1911 Now, like a little snake, it curls into a ball, Bewitching your heart, Then for days it will coo like a dove On the little white windowsill. Or it will flash as bright frost, Drowse like a gillyflower… But surely … Continue reading
\nTsarskoye Selo<\/em><\/p>\n
\nWith a simple, artless tune.
\nJust recently–how strange–
\nYou were neither sad nor gray.<\/p>\n
\nIn your garden, in the house, in the field,
\nNo matter where you were, it seemed to you
\nThat you were free to come and go.<\/p>\n
\nAnd, drinking its poison, enslaved.
\nAnd how much bigger the stars became,
\nAnd even the grass smelled different,
\nThat grass of autumn.<\/p>\n
\nTsarskoye Selo<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"