To Borechka
And it brings fright!
You are like frozen at the same stage,
as movie's cadre.
You have caused me a lot to suffer,
but your sky is strong!
You are a monolithic statue.
But that's how it should go.
I will not impose on you anything.
I'm very far.
And I will not tell you anything.
it all has passed.
Poems - you're right - are mad,
with their starry riding.
their march in me makes me glad -
mysterious, exciting!
Do not discharge me from route,
I feel on it - good!
look up at me, you,
to love me is easy for you!
I'll dissolve in you, Borechka,
by any simplest line,
as the first of your girl-friends,
as the first-born of your light ..
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But what we do determine oft we break.
Purpose is but the slave to memory,
Of violent birth, but poor validity;
Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree;
But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.
Most necessary 'tis that we forget
To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:
What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
W.Shakespeare, Hamlet.
Михаил Беленкин 07.08.2016 12:31 Заявить о нарушении