ABUSES AND AWARDS (Andrei Voznesensky Poems)
A poet can't be in disfavour, he needs no awards, no fame. A star has no setting whatever, no black ...
A poet can't be in disfavour, he needs no awards, no fame. A star has no setting whatever, no black ...
My doc announced yesterday : "You may have talent, though it's hidden, your beak, however, is frost-bitten, so stick at ...
I hate you, rubber souls, you seem to stretch to fit any regime. They'll give a yawning smile, stretched wide, ...
Fate is above me. Why should I browse? Sleeping in dosses, an outcast, I rove. Grief is a cellar, that ...
Unshaven and thin, with an angular face He's lain on my mattress for several days. A cast-iron shadow hangs down ...
Sailor, my dear, my heaven-made spouse! There is one thing that I beg of you, man: Kiss any strangers, and ...
Red cows on the asphalt road have settled. Lazing on the asphalt pan they lie. We drive them round for ...
My life, like a rocket, makes a parabola flying in darkness, -- no rainbow for traveler. There once lived an ...
There is Bukashkin, our neighbor, in underpants of blotting paper, and, like balloons, the Antiworlds hang up above him in ...
I'm waiting for my friend. The gate's unlocked. The banisters are lit so he can walk. I'm waiting for my ...
I started up the engine and I lingered. Where should I go? The night was fine, I figured. The bonnet ...
In my land and yours they do hit the hay and sleep the whole night in a similar way. There's ...
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