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 invitation

There is something bolshee, than you and I,
Than our room and a moonlight.
Than four walls and than yours Haklanja,
Than boring "yes" and habitual "is not present".

Give we will look in other country
Let's leave alone the private world
There is something bolshee, something from the outside,
About what have jammed a paper to holes.

Let's experience force of the blind seas,
Boundlessness of wood and tenderness of rocks.
Elasticity of masts, naprjazhene yards.
And everyone will find, that for a long time searched.

1996

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