Lyudmila Purgina Poems

The softer than the soft
Your face,
The whiter than the white
Your hand.
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Yes, Boys!
By Robert Rozhdestvensky

We are - guilty.
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The more you wish to have a rest,
The more life seems to be quite terrible,
From fields is crawling a wet haze,
Into my breast creaps a wet mist
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The ring of the existence's narrow:
As all the ways to Rome go,
So everything we got fore-known
And in recurrence keep that talking.
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You sit in your room quite alone.
Do you hear?
I know: you're not sleeping now...
You breathe and not breathe.
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to Evgeny Ivanov

When, entering the world enormous,
You vainly search the state of unity;
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What an exciting picture!
Your's, oh my north, that's your's!
All day the barren plain before me,
As empty, as my dreams and thoughts!
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The spring day passed without purpose
At the dirty and dark window:
Behind the wall was singing, boresome,
My wife - bird in captivity.
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Creativity
by Robert Rozhdestvensky

to Ernst Neisvestny
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The heart's radar
by Robert Rozhdestvensky

A heart has a radar.
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