Lyudmila Purgina Poems

Night as night, and street is empty.
As in old times!
Whom for you were that times innocent,
Proud far?
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I could hardly remember today, what was yesterday,
I forget in the morning - last evening, to say,
In white noon - I forget all the fires,
In the night - I forget days another.
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People think, that they can play
With their fate without doubt.
They could cry - 'Me! ' - and next day
Will be all the best and farther...
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New moon has raised up high in heaven
Above the dewy meadows.
Dear, distant and alien,
Come to become my friend.
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Oh Chryst and God! I wait for miracle
Today at morning, and right now!
Oh, give me death, before I'm reading
My life as book, just for me opened!
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When I turned to see clearer at first time,
Towards the thirsting dream, the rays
Of purple dawn had rushed there,
Where angel with a horn in heaven.
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I am lying now prone on my bed -
Enraged! - to the highest level.
If you wish, you could be, to say,
My pupil in all the affairs,
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You are the Day of God. My dreams -
Are eagles crying in the azure.
They're floating in storm worlwind
Under the wrathful beauty pleasure.
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Do you remember? The sunset purple
Caressed the leaves, which shivered slightly,
And fell its light beam on the crosses,
Dark crosses and the slope dark.
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You open your eyes at morning - and again:
The chirping birds outdoors do play,
Do jump from bough to bough, fly
High into heaven... And the day
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