My poems, written early, when I doubted
that I could ever play the poet’s part,
erupting, as though water from the fountain
or sparks from a petard,
and rushing as though little demons, senseless,
into the sanctuary, where incense spreads,
my poems about death and adolescence,
- that still remain unread! -
collecting dust in bookstores all this time,
(where no one comes to carry them away!)
my poems, like exquisite, precious wines,
will have their day!
Моим стихам, написанным так рано English version
© Copyright: Сергей Старухин, 2012
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The translator is Andrey Kneller, please specify next time.
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