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Часть текста: Poem of the Reason for Cheer Poem of the Reason for Cheer We live in astounded wonder At change of contrasting events. Viennas horrors and hunger Threw us into chills and cold sweat. And that, which we left on the east side - Unfathomable to the mind. In some times and dates you are trusting, Not knowing yet how and why. You arent weak in the soul, I am sure, As you lean over life, like an urn: In a republic miniature The big order has been born. Perhaps we are broken in hope And thrown into an abyss: Were sated, were sated, and so Were ready for faith and for bliss. We trust - we cant not trust, I found! We wait - we cant not wait in our turn! That world will in that measure be crowned Which divine grace will return.

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Часть текста: Poem to Luminous Brother Poem to Luminous Brother To birds and to poets the Lord all their sustenance gives: I dont reap or sow, but for a second year I exist. And for kind song-poems the people whore also kind Will forgive your errors and sins, too, if any they find. Who needs the art now? Who needs it - I do not know, But to me its air, and I keep singing so. And radiant someone - not Russian, Estonian - stranger - An angel of God? Follows me and protects me from danger. In art he believes, and to me he is brimming with love: "Be yourself, poet: Sing all your songs, stay alive!" And like a poor bird, poet is glad of alms in his plight... O luminous brother, I sing you with song of delight!

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Часть текста: Poem of Despair Poem of Despair I know nothing, I trust in nothing, I no longer in life see its brighter side. I approach my friend as if he were a lion I need nothing else. I am bored and tired. Someone knifes someone, smothers another.. Everywhere, cheating, lying and greed. Would eyes not see and would ears not hear! Lermontov! Werent you right - "what in world is good?" Even thought is corrupt, even love is deceiving. Theres no fulfilled dream. All is smoke and mirrors. I see no joy in living, see in life no meaning. Im feeling horror. I master fear.

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Часть текста: Poem of Old Rhythms Poem of Old Rhythms O you the ancient rhymes and rhythms, Seized on by many poets, The banal, cheap, and puny ones, Cliches overcooked and boiled! You sound with the guitar strings, With rhythms and rhyme impoverished, Than all new things more beautiful To my simplistic soul! You were under Derzhavin, You were under Nekrasov You were under Nikitin, And under Tolstoy too! Oh you - just like an avalanche! And though you were discarded, And though new ones are written - You burst into my book! I greet you, my dear loyal ones, The fully tried and tested ones, The musical and flowerful And most beloved by me! Exemplary companions You dear ones, you tender ones, The happy and the sorrowful The nightingale-like rhythms!

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Часть текста: Brilliant Poem Brilliant Poem I do not want to live my life, like all, Living like squirrels in a hamster wheel, Walking around in circles, being slaves, Afraid of storm and of the ocean waves. I want to live uplifted like an eagle; I want to live conceited like a Creole; Smashing, threatening barriers, sliding by Between the two "forbidden"s intertwined. I want to live, a wise and brilliant man Of all his peers a century ahead And yet in other measures, to exist A fifty years behind my time at least. I want to live, as it behooves to live To him who knows to conjure and conceive New notes from ancient ones and from the past - I want to live the way life lives, at last!

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Часть текста: Poem of Feeling of Spring Poem of Feeling of Spring You are ready from gloom to suicide, Hang yourself, or shoot in the mouth. Wait a while - and the spring will come to your side After just three more snowy months. Nightingales of the cherry will whistle, Full of nightingales cherry will stand. May go past you the shot from the pistol And the rope fall apart in your hands. With the fishing rods made of redwood People will catch the fish on the hook, And the swan with white breast and white feathers Will swim lightly upon the lake. Mounds will breathe with dampness and drown, Will send redolence and be green, And your neck, as it gives a way down, Will become pouring with rain. And the bushes under flooding river Into lilac and cherry will bloom. Noisy, singing, the spring will deliver All your girlfriends and also - you. And will love, and will bloom, and will spring again All that dimmed in the winter from gloom. All the dry will be cut by axe-wielding hand And the juicy will bravely bloom. Do not kill yourself, do hang your head, Rather let your fantasy play. We will live through these months however we can, And soon afterwards - there is May!

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Часть текста: Poem to Refugees Poem to Refugees In these miniature Russian colonies Those who are hiding from lawlessness Their sinful bodies and souls, Interests are so pitiful Feelings vicious and hypocritical: They seek only food and warmth. They all eat - it is only appropriate, And the warmth in our time is important too, Nobody will argue with that. But apart from the warmth and the victuals There are needs mental and spiritual, Besides breakfast and wood and coat. There is theater, symphony and poems, There are paintings, and if in Estonia There is no such delight, My compatriots, Russian terribly, Its your fault that you see things narrowly, And you lose your hearing and sight. If youll find nothing like this within this land And this village except the wheat bread, Maybe at nights we will perform Shows of music and poems, and vocalists We will give majestic performances And perhaps we will dance until dawn. Maybe well declaim aloud Gogols thought (Fess up: you did not read a lot Of his work in your life, dear friends). Maybe take something from Nekrasov And to know travels of Hatteras, if Nietzsche, for one, the powers forbid. But what are such pursuits to you Calling nothing but curses out of you Better revelry, maps and food! Better gossip, intrigue and constant complaints That for long the army should have advanced For your sake to retake Petrograd.

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Часть текста: Best for me loudly the gaming-poems to say, And for you the hoarse harmonica to play! And having left, hugging, for the night of late, Lose a band from a stiff, tight plait. Best for me your child to rock and sway, And for you to make fifty rubles in a day, And to go on memory day to cemetery There to look upon the white God's lilac tree.

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Часть текста: Poem to Death Poem to Death In name of the Lord I forbid you to come Into the house where Lord willed for life to bloom In name of God I forbid you, death! Is there not enough space in the whole wide world - In cannons maw and in the steel of the sword? In name of God I forbid you, death! Go, go far away, whore! Do not stand at the door! Do not warm poets home with your icy breath! In name of God I forbid you, death!

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