Poems

The poem always was for me the form of expression of feelings. In two-three stanzas finds room much – the overflowing emotions asking on will of thought, impetuous passion. Not having possibility to give vent to this all on a paper, for a long time would descend suma from an overabundance of feelings. And so – anything, it was possible to consult. Improbably it would be desirable, not spending, certainly, not deserved analogies to repeat thereupon Sergey Yesenin's words: «as to other autobiographical data, - they in my verses».

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Rain

Open the window
To hear the rain.
It cries as a widow
At her husband’s grave,
Laughs as a baby,
Screams as a bird,
Answering “maybe”
T’all questions in th’world.

1998

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05.08.2007 14:58 hi di u've a nice work thnk u 4 the rain
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