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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The complaint

So it is difficult to live,
Merging with a shade.
So to be terrible
To all fault.
So disgustingly to sleep
In one bed,
In a dream dreaming
About other.
So it is heavy to know
The otioseness.
Itself so it is difficult
To bury.
But to be easy
Empty and stale,
It is easy not to think,
Not to like.

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17.11.2007 23:59 Gallantly!... Good luck to you.
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