“To be a poet – …”
Sergei Yesenin (4 Oct. 1895 – 27 Dec. 1925)
To be a poet – is the same
As when by truth of life
You scar your own tender flesh,
And with the blood of feelings
Caress the souls of others.
To be a poet – to sing freedom,
As you know it best
The song of nightingale doesn’t hurt him -
His song is always the same.
Canary mimicking someone’s voice -
Pitiful and silly bauble
World needs real songs – so sing like only you can
Even if you sound like a frog.
Mohammed has overdone it in Quran
When he forbade strong drink
That is why the poet will not stop
Drinking wine before he goes to the torture
And when a poet goes to his lover,
And finds her lying with another
He, kept by life-sustaining liquid,
Won’t send a knife into her heart.
But, burning up with jealous recklessness,
Will whistle on the way back home
“So what, so I will die a vagabond,
On this earth such fate is also known.”
1924 – 1925
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Posted on October 6th, 2009 under Literature • Tags: poet, poetry, Sergei Yesenin, torture, truth, vagabond. •
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