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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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East melancholy

Words – a stream, yes all are sung,
All are covered by a grey dust.
Behind mountains – wisdom Vedy,
Behind a threshold – a way to nasilju.
unishad it is dead uchene,
Affairs are not present to ancient shruti:
It is much betrayed zabvenju,
All it is dared also all of us we joke.
We heat a sight in empty glasses,
Thoughts – in laziness and bessile,
Umertvljaem a dream in fogs
And dream we deprive of wings.
Whether there is a sense in eight steps?
Silence – also is not present the answer.
Persons, sights, hands, shades,
And a result – melancholy from light.

1995

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