Lev Brekhman Poems

Does anybody know,
What Time is now?
I see its flow,
Roiling of a crowd.
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The hidden meaning of your way,
Remains, as always, hidden...
You must not linger, but you may
Turn suddenly, unbidden.
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The contrary pleasure of living
May be to your heartfelt content.
In God you're sur'ly believing?
Perceive thеn your God's intent.
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Her 'crises of being herself'
Have swept her all away.
She could live fairly well,
But that would be a day!
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The 'fuse' is getting very short,
And spirits, loving still, are weaker.
Who will be the first to 'abort'?
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Your wife's bosom's warmth
Still lingers in the bed.
You feel yourself a worm,
You're weak and slightly wet.
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A Fate, as such, does not exist.
The world, of course, lies around
Your life - a tiniest blue mist.
Where is your life-line to be found?
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Perchance to dream?
Awaking is not happy.
Love only seems
To stay untapped.
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Jealousy is just a corpse,
Although, maybe, slightly warm.
Your nature becoming yet worse,
You're feeding the rotting worm.
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Nothing ever comes to an end,
And evil always wins.
Who will give a helping hand?
You get just smarty whims.
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