Carousel

Maple Leaves rustled,
It was a lovely summer day.
Summer morning out of bed
No one feels like getting up.
sandwiches shove,
apples, bread loaf.
Just call the station,
Immediately set off a tram.
I was forced into
The whole gang to another.
In remote carousel
The river was white.
And scented dodder,
Above the waist in the carpets,
Everything from small to large
Sypem tumbled into a ravine.
Beyond the ravine on site
flags, Games for kids,
wooden horses
skip, Dust is not a club.
black-maned, Long
bangs, manes and tails
With the floor raised in air,
Drops from a height.
With each lap quieter, hush,
hush, hush, hush, Stop.
These vortices are hidden in the roof,
In the middle of the roof – pole.

Circle of twigs spread out,
Bend carousel of weights.
Carousel burdensome weights,
Canvas pulls outwards.

Similarly, out of turnery,
By kicking kids
Coney click chic,
The croquet balls.

The machine in a clearing
Luschit seeds crowd.
For a man in SHarmanka
bell-shaped cap.

he shakes, as a rain bath,
trinkets fringe,
drum beater,
handle, legged lame.

How will pull strip,
ankle hremet,
It is bursting with excitement,
Shaking with laughter copper.

is he, horse on pristyazhke,
Bent in three arcs,
Beats hands and knuckles,
Crumpled on the leg with a foot.

Plunging into a bottomless day
curls, mane, lace,
drowning horses, and festoons,
And Body Chair.

And to meet the carousels
rush, on hand taking
infected fun
Left grove, right pond.

With the crossroads to these bars of
Rotate pretty cool,
joy to children, meet – cool,
Left – grove, case – pond.

disappear – and again intact,
sweep – here again,
Every now and then, every now and then
Left grove, right pond.

These vortices are hidden in the roof,
In the middle of the roof – pole.
With each lap quieter, hush,
hush, hush, hush, Stop!

1924

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