'Say Something Good' Poem by Zinaida Nikolayevna Gippius

'Say Something Good'

Rating: 3.5


To V.Zlobin
I roar - a dying lion...
D' you see all this, my God!
Between machine's teeth iron,
My flesh is being deformed.

I'll bear pains my own…
But would I - all, I feel?
All that in systems goes on,
Between the clogs of wheels?

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver

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