The Life, the Universe, and Everything
Boris Pasternak (1890 – 1960)
February
February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring.
Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas,
Race through the noise of bells and wheels
To where the ink and all you grieving
Are muffled when the rain shower falls.
To where, like pears [...]
“And Your Point being?” versus “Do you have a sense of humour?”
“Mein Lieber A.” (a friend of mine) and I had a few conversations and most of them ended up by him asking the question “And your point being?” and me asking “Do you have a sense of humour?”
I know he does. But sometimes it [...]
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 [...]
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