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1. 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!

2. To One Different from Others

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Часть текста: To One Different from Others To One Different from Others Youre in no way like other women at all: You have laughter controlled and expressive, You wear dresses measured and fashionably long And you slip out from my embraces. You do not cut your hair to look upscale, Deepen brows or wear make up, You have Smirnoff, but also a nightingale Who in nature becomes his replacement, You are able to see in the sugar the salt, And in just uttered word, a full sentence. In Akhmatova you value pain without halt And in Gumilev - charm and cadence. For you, connoisseur of all kinds of verse, Sharpness of Sologubov means something, And that you and Blok never did kiss You are grieving sixth summer and counting. And in your eyes, as they are now getting well - Ocean breeze and a rye field in season. Youre in no way like other women at all, And youve become my wife for that reason.

3. Introduction

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Часть текста: Introduction Introduction Im nightingale: no traits I carry And without special depth I sing. But everyone, from crone to baby, Will know me, singer of the spring. Im nightingale, I am a graybird, But like a rainbow is my song. I only have a single habit: To other lands to lure the throng. Im nightingale! What for, then, so Is godless critic with his scorn? Seek, swine, the treasure in a trough, And not in garlands made of thorns! Im nightingale, and, beside singing, No other use can come of me. I am so wondrous beyond reason That Reason bows before my feet!

4. Poem of Feeling of Spring

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Часть текста: Poem of Feeling of Spring Poem of Feeling of Spring You are ready from gloom to suicide, Hang yourself, or shoot in the mouth. Wait a while - and the spring will come to your side After just three more snowy months. Nightingales of the cherry will whistle, Full of nightingales cherry will stand. May go past you the shot from the pistol And the rope fall apart in your hands. With the fishing rods made of redwood People will catch the fish on the hook, And the swan with white breast and white feathers Will swim lightly upon the lake. Mounds will breathe with dampness and drown, Will send redolence and be green, And your neck, as it gives a way down, Will become pouring with rain. And the bushes under flooding river Into lilac and cherry will bloom. Noisy, singing, the spring will deliver All your girlfriends and also - you. And will love, and will bloom, and will spring again All that dimmed in the winter from gloom. All the dry will be cut by axe-wielding hand And the juicy will bravely bloom. Do not kill yourself, do hang your head, Rather let your fantasy play. We will live through these months however we can, And soon afterwards - there is May!

5. They all speak about the same thing

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Часть текста: They all speak about the same thing They all speak about the same thing Nightingales of monastery garden, Like all nightingales flying above, Say that there is but one joy in living, And that this joy comes in form of love. And the monastery meadows flowers With the tenderness just flowers possess, Say theres but one merit: Lovers Touch their lips together and caress. And, filled to the brim with blueness endless, Lakes among the monastery wood, Say: Theres no more azure glance Than in those who love and who are loved.