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1. Brilliant Poem

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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!

2. Poem of Old Rhythms

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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!

3. Cultivated Lilac Blooming

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Часть текста: Cultivated Lilac Blooming Cultivated Lilac Blooming In violet and purple bloomed the lilac, The lilac bloomed in pink and white and pale. We headed toward it on a tortuous trail Across an ancient fur and furrowed park. Sea to the left; river ahead, and hills - Behind; the blooming lilacs on the mounts Weave from the gentle smell delightful clouds And breathe the timeless redolence that heals. The lilac bloomed, and to my love I told: "If only I could take pen in my hand!" And she responded sharply in her stead: "The lilac blooms - large, and like ruby and like gold." The night is fickle, nervous, luminous. The kisses, nibbles until lips turned blue. Theres so much taste and elegance in you The lilac bloomed - the bodies bloomed in us.