Kseniya Rundel Poems

Life is so short,
Life is so long,
My heart is so hot,
You say: ”So long! ”
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April is a prankster and a swindler,
a Pure mounting of march, a pass to may,
puRple worlds' a merry organ-grinder, a
magIcian, a passionate scapegrace,
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On the lake has woven | a red light of dawn.
Loudly in the forest | cocks of the wood mourn.

An oriole is weeping, sheltered in the hollow.
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Cheer up! She will come
When she reads lyric poems
Of yours.
Keep with care the key
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I have been loving you: the love, perhaps,
In my heart has not extinguished yet; But let
It never bother, never ever bother you;
I do not want to sadden you with that.
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What is the worth of having dawn delight
without knowing a night of bliss and lights
of thousand stars; a sunset also is bright
when builds a link between a day ‘nd a night;
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What's the use you separate the sheep
From the goats,
Dirty lumps are angels in a dust…
Don't vote.
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little funny poems - 'piroshki-stishki'
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i'm afraid to parachute
said paul to the instructor
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A translation of a famous poem of the famous Russian poet Sergey Esenin (my translation's devoted to Sat)

I have asked today a pedlar old Abd-Allah,
Giving half a toman for a ruble:
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Why do we need pals on the net?
To dropp in on the way
Just for a moment have a chat
Then spend all night or day.
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