To Pushkin 8
"The Time is flying, but an awful score"
Is not so soon presented by the Lord.
But later everyone gives a report
With whom he has been playing and what for.
Among the verbal creatures, their games
There is one game that's burning as a gem
As an eternal ghost always shines,
Allures, magnetizes and invites.
To Her own style She changes any rhythm.
Her influence is irreversible,
Resistance to Her is impossible,
Under Her lead a poet is blindfold,
And guided by invisible Pushkin Strophe.
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