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This book I now confide unto the winds and
TO THE TSAR-AT EASTER
TO THE CADETS WHO FELL IN NIZHNI
True one's life through—O, miraculous burden!
To clamor of civil strife
Thou gav'st us courage
Tsar and God! Grant those your pardon
TO ALYA
To S. E.
The path of plain folk, of simplicity
TO BALMONT
TO BLOK
TO PETER
Those long parted—those departed
TO MOSCOW (1-3)
There are clouds about us (Verses about Moscow)
There are seven hills like seven bells, (Verses about Moscow)
Tonight—I am alone in the night, (From Insomnia)
Tender spectre (Poems for Blok)
Thinking him human they (Poems for Blok)
There are superfluous people about in (The Poet)
The Poet (1-3)
They took quickly, they took hugely, (From Poems to Chekhia)
The blow muffled through years of (Epitaph)
The four-year old
The rest of you can eat me up (Desk)
THE DON (1-3)
Those spared—will die, those fallen—rise from under. (THE DON)
Two lowly tokens of my grief, (IN MEMORY OF A. A. STAKHOVICH)
Today or tomorrow the snow will melt.