Poem by A. Vergelis

Translated beautiful poem

Blanket - a snowdrift. All of my bed -
Snow rearing shafts
and - the solemn mystery
light and shade, fire and haze.

These bands are reddish,
depressing -
haunted possessed
fly on the ceiling.

- You all think. In a dark room
oven is heated, and through the gap
light from the flame ...
- What are you, completeness,
Pushkin is a blizzard
drove out demons in the sky at midnight,
snow flies in my bed ...


It is written by A.Vergelis, thanks to him...