VERSES of the DERELICT
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Bothered to execute the poet - constantly sings:
prevents to increase Fat - it
Put sweet as if honey.
It is locked in a chamber close, dark,
Continues to compose verses -
Invariable and irrepressible
In a grid of black agonal melancholy.
And to it gold, shine -
That to them walls? - the worlds,
MiG of life descend having filled with breath
of Perfection, but not game.
What to the poet your decision, Kolya`s
itself will be dissolved in verses?
I shines over the world a bowl
of the Truth of the truths about immortal words.
To the TEMPLE THICK … Bolkonsky with Pierre tells
Suffering and not accepting
the Reality that sparkling and shining,
In fact - a black monolith.
Here Pierre mason. The spiritual way
From full bowls takes away it.
Let will pour an otset, but Will open an essence
- this way is pleasing.
Here the first ball of Natasha - light
Everything fills in pure - pure,
Concerning and golden, What
is brighter in the world is not present.
Here lust - the black stream -
Filled all essence of Natasha,
reflections of a non-existence, What
Here the habit pain is terrible.
And here war
is pulled by a bulk Over all, a chrevast.
Human crowds - a ballast sort.
I death reigns - velm is strong.
Here the present in hundred layers,
its multystoried troubles. You look for
When to you for forty long ago.
Here peering into a subject of the subjects
You you re-read again - Magnificent Tolstoy`s
Bored that I sleep and I eat.
You come into the novel as if to the temple, Vozzhazhdavsha`s
of a lesson of belief
In heavenly light -
Having presented the chimeras
mutely to heaven …
Not to win against them forces -
But there is a help of the secret sphere: Tolstoy`s
through closer to us.
Ya the kike in Russia. The Russian kike,
Shovelled by so much.
the Derelict, object of sneers, bit, Is given to
The derelict, the elect and the poet,
C the lira split by money.
to me a throat opens light,
not to shut it a grave.
I am a kike, I the truth am strong, I narrate
In verses on the truth. tone
I do not accept
I of new circumstances in any.
Outcast. Hope it is live
On light properties of a reality:
Is black now, but prospects - I know
Ya - has no right to deny.