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    1. Love is causelessness
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    Часть текста: Love is causelessness Love is causelessness Love is a causelessness. Thoughtlessness even. To love for a reason? I love for I feel. Love is like a troika, demented and rabid, Rushing toward a ship that is leaving to sail. Where to? Does not matter. I like aimless journeys. Magnolias blooming... Wandering ice... Fly onward, my troika, in path of a snowstorm, Where my ship gets ready for watery flight. Stomp out, my dear troika, discretion and reason, Smoke with a fire, flaming, foaming and white! What for? For no reason - my heart's drunk with freedom >From reason. The ship leaves. On it Ill take flight.
    2. Praise to the Fields
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    Часть текста: Praise to the Fields Praise to the Fields My fields, my wave-like, foaming fields! With autumn spinach, brown as if of bricks, And lettuce, clover, heather and daisy. How much the eyes can hear and ears can see! I walk along the side of the river. The wildflowers shine like sapphire Leaning beneath the wheats golden frame, I hear, as in the river splashes elm, This splash like music gives its gentle sound. And the blue storm of sea? A burst of sun? And clouds within the sky, all white like sheep? The life with its simplicity is deep. While I am able still to touch your breath, May it become and stay forever blessed! And may the ground become the earth in bliss - The fields, the fields, the life-begetting fields!
    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.
    4. Painted Ones
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    Часть текста: Painted Ones Painted Ones Theyre "red" today, and theyre "white" tomorrow - Ah, no tapestry! No flowers, this! Tiresome to me to the point of nausea, Small people hideous and turned to beasts. Lowly today and tomorrow lowly, Today the thieves and tomorrow too. Vile scoundrels now and vile scoundrels formerly, Will provoke any revolt for you. Ideas foolish, dreams, all in vanity, That in their theory is way to god. They all are colorless in their entity - Today theyre "white" and tomorrow "red"!
    5. 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!