Old park

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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».

Old park

The old park has bowed listvoju
And calmness in soft steps.
I am possible your heart I will close?
And differently we will burn down on coals.
Soon autumn and park sedotravyj
Covers sick eyes.
And asphalt is full of a dirt a poison –
On a trunk — pitch tear.
To me it is not important, that the summer will come to an end,
In each time the charm.
You speak – without me as without light.
For some reason I do not listen.
On a shower it is carefree, careless.
I palms catch air.
The life is perfect, as park this eternal,
Only it is a pity, that you I do not like.

1993

20.01.2008 20:11 it is very beautiful

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