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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Gjunder background Haggins

At everyone the art:
Yours – not to know, I – to be silent.
What to sense to ache, what to us here it is empty?
avno it is time to finish with all.

You will think, that suffer.
I will think, that I struggle.
But the truth that you do not know
And the truth that I will reconcile.

Let's lay road Serosti.
Let's get up in faded dream.
Be proud! Well only the little
In ugliness to see beauty.

10.04.02.

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