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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To wait

I not in forces to wait
I hear hearts knock.
I can not understand
This fragmentary sound.
I am afraid of all,
That on light is.
It is a joke, the God?
Or it is revenge?
If suddenly a call
Will dump silence
I will press a cock
And love I will kill.
It – not war,
Not fear of.
It is simple so,
So I wait for you.

1993

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