Trap

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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».

Trap

I with ease live the dreams
And with grief I come back to life.
Whom to blame? Ourselves, only
In a trap we exhaust the life.

From a debt, from ambitions, from vanities
We weave, as from thick rods a cage.
Always, everywhere, from all we aspire
The hearts are reliable for locking.

That anywhere nothing threatened us,
That the role to play, not to be oneself,
That everything, that habitually surrounded us
Has not washed off sudden feelings a crazy surf.

2005

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