Мчались звезды.
В море мылись мысы.
Слепла соль.
И слезы высыхали.
Были темны спальни.
Мчались мысли,
И прислушивался сфинкс к Сахаре.
Плыли свечи.
И казалось,
Кровь колосса.
Заплывали
Голубой улыбкою пустыни.
В час отлива ночь пошла на убыль.
Море тронул ветерок с Марокко.
Шел самум.
Храпел в снегах Архангельск.
Плыли свечи.
Черновик
Просыхал, и брезжил день на Ганге. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands.
Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying.
Darkened were the bedrooms; thoughts were racing,
And the Sphinx was listening to the desert.
Candles swam.
It seemed that the Colossus'Blood grew cold; upon his lips was
The blue shadow smile of the Sahara.
With the turning tide the night was waning.
Sea-breeze from Morocco touched the water.
Simooms blew.
In snowdrifts snored Archangel.
Candles swam; the rough draft of 'The Prophet'Slowly dried, and dawn broke on the
