In my sub-conscious I have reaped
A bunch of gorgeous poems!
A high pedestal I'll keep
For each of them, I promise!
A heap of poems I have unearthed –
A catch of a rare author!
Pedestal now! With no words!
The place has no importance!
My poems' fiery flower-spray
That boasts unfading constance
I've daringly brought to the day,
Fished out in my sub-conscious!
New York, 15 February 2015
(Translation from Russian original: http://www.stihi.ru/2013/12/16/921)