Delivering a casual remark,
Another’s up immediately after,
From far the third is sending forth a spark,
At once the fourth is rushing in with laughter,
With many more about to disperse —
In their rise I am not wise,
But I don’t ponder on a verse,
And, frankly, never — do poetize.
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«Как я пишу стихи», из цикла «Былинки», сб. «Фейные сказки», 1905. К. Д. Бальмонт. Полное собрание стихов. Том шестой. Издание второе — М.: Скорпион, 1911.