I am a person. My scale is human.
The Pyramids dispirit me.
In front of them I'm out of humor
abandoning them by all means.
I'm sorry for these tragic mountains
of stones, and groans, and tears, and lives
of all uncounted inborn martyrs.
The stone above bones never lies...
Cathedrals, churches have my measure,
and suit, and tune, and lure – don't push.
How forests, meadows, rivers're magic!
O how delighting oceans're huge!
I want to look at their rich bottom
through my designed inspection glass.
Our tete-a'-tete'll be very pondered.
How silent trees are – deep-sea grass!
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