But listen, I am warning you
I'm living for the very last time.
Not as a swallow, nor a maple,
Not as a reed, nor as a star,
Not as spring water,
Nor as the toll of bells...
Will I return to trouble men
Nor will I vex their dreams again
With my insatiable moans.
1940
You can hear the poem read in Russian here. I don't speak a word of Russian, but I've always loved the way that it sounds.
1 comment:
Someone posted your blog link in a group I am in on Yahoo. I love your writings and pictures. And of course I love the subtitle of your
blog... Way to go.
Sobeit
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