Melancholy

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».

Melancholy

Heaps of books on a thin table.
I wander without soul and without a body:
As the melancholy I is opposite January –
As if mountains of the got wet chalk.
Someone sleeps, someone to cough has got tired.
The TV creaks because of a wall.
Snow lays down as white metal
On the knees filled in with blood.

1994

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