FATE (Andrei Voznesensky Poems)
Fate is above me. Why should I browse? Sleeping in dosses, an outcast, I rove. Grief is a cellar, that ...
Fate is above me. Why should I browse? Sleeping in dosses, an outcast, I rove. Grief is a cellar, that ...
My life, like a rocket, makes a parabola flying in darkness, -- no rainbow for traveler. There once lived an ...
I'm waiting for my friend. The gate's unlocked. The banisters are lit so he can walk. I'm waiting for my ...
My doc announced yesterday : "You may have talent, though it's hidden, your beak, however, is frost-bitten, so stick at ...
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