My heart is full of unknown expectation

As hearts of birds which first fly to the South

My spirit ‘s an interminable mouth

As bad king’s head before his coronation

My thought is mystic evil conversation

My love is hated hostile black adventure

My time is just a moment of this centur’

And all my life is slow degeneration

I was a poet – do you ask me why

I was – but now I am red evening sky

Which you see now – then Sun is lost for ever

My jolly-boat set sail to lovely dark

Good-bye the poetry – my little bark

I never see again that – never – never

Kako lepo in kako žalostno!

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