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    1. Classical Roses
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    Часть текста: Classical Roses Classical Roses Once, when the dreams would bloom - the times were those - In peoples hearts, transparent and aflame, How fresh, how beautiful have been the roses Of my love, of my spring, and of my fame! The years have passed, many a tear flows - The country and its people all are lost. How fresh, how beautiful are now the roses Of memories of my delightful past! But days go by, and thunders in repose. Russia is seeking pathways to go home. How fresh, how beautiful will be the roses That my country will throw upon my tomb!
    2. 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!
    3. Poem to Luminous Brother
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    Часть текста: Poem to Luminous Brother Poem to Luminous Brother To birds and to poets the Lord all their sustenance gives: I dont reap or sow, but for a second year I exist. And for kind song-poems the people whore also kind Will forgive your errors and sins, too, if any they find. Who needs the art now? Who needs it - I do not know, But to me its air, and I keep singing so. And radiant someone - not Russian, Estonian - stranger - An angel of God? Follows me and protects me from danger. In art he believes, and to me he is brimming with love: "Be yourself, poet: Sing all your songs, stay alive!" And like a poor bird, poet is glad of alms in his plight... O luminous brother, I sing you with song of delight!