Sergey Alexandrovich Yesenin
Sergey Alexandrovich Yesenin Poems
- No Sorrow, No Calls, No Tears....
- What I Have Retained Of My Own...
- Waken Me Early Tomorrow...(Tra...
- I'Ll No More Go Roaming, No Mo...
- I'Ve Quit My Father's Home...(...
- Through Fields Of Virgin Snow ...
- So It Happened And Please Don'...
Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin ( 1895 – 1925) was a Russian lyrical poet. He was one of the most popular and well-known Russian poets of the 20th century.
In 1916, Yesenin published his first book of poems, Ritual for the Dead (Radunitsa, Russian: Радуница). Through his collections of poignant poetry about love and the simple life, he ... more »
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No Sorrow, No Calls, No Tears...(Translated From Russian)
No sorrow, no calls, no tears.
Now it's gone, white foam from apple-tree.
Faded, seized by tarnished golden flares,
I will not feel youthful. Never me.
Now you slow down, that's the matter,
You, my heart, that suffered a cold jet.
And the land of calico birch pattern
Hardly tempts my feet to walk o'er that.
Hobo spirit! You're so rare, rare,
Waking flame in mouth. It's now tense.
Oh, my freshness, that I couldn't spare.
Brawling eyes and overflowing sence!
I've become too greedy for desires.
Life of mine? Perhaps, it was a dream?