Lyudmila Purgina Poems

I shan't come towards any people,
Who're scared with gossip or praise.
I'll answer Your's only inquiry
About my silence till day.
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I like to visit the holy churches,
With inner humbleness in soul,
To enter a gloomy foggy chorus,
To vanish in the singing throng.
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At the open doors - something's glimmering,
Outdoors, behind windows - images.
I don't know - ingnorance dissembling,
While asleep - I'll flow in visions.
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You, passing me by, going far
Not to mine and quiet a doubtful charms, -
If you would know, how much fire,
How much life, spent for nothing,
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In late autumn from the empty harbour,
From the snow-covered earth
In the determined navigation
The heavy ships are going forth.
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A day has burned on sphere of the Earth,
Where I did search the ways and shorter days.
The violet twilight has been laying long,
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Oh dear embezzler, you are wasting still
All your inheritance in a motion crazy,
The Nature doesn't make a gift
Of beauty - but lends free to freemen.
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Don't fall from Rainbow of Love,
Having climbed so high...
And be careful with a colour.
You may select - from the seven ones...
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Again at home... All humiliated, and angry, glad...
What's there outside the window: day, night?
The crescent as a clown - above the roofs is grimacing
To me with his face light.
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By Afanasy Fet

I have come to you with welcome,
To say you, that sun has raised up,
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