Lyudmila Purgina Poems

In desert barren I did rove
In search for power of spirit.
And suddenly on the crossroads
The six-winged Seraphim appeared.
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I thought, my heart has left ability
To starve and suffer
In its easy manner.
I said: the former usual being
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When paragon was coming into being,
When deity was dying on the cross,
Two women in a grief stayed near
The vivifying tree, in loss.
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Don't ask me, why with the doleful,
With dismal thoughts among the funs
I'm burdened;
Why I take a look, being dejected;
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The creature of night - is howling...
It is as black as a brand, as a coal,
As a piece of pitch, as a spoon of cosmos,
Of the eternity, rather-, super- cold...
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I've entered home, but without Your call,
I'm alien to You. I will in silence sit
Near the fire. I shan't bother.
I'd like to take a warmth, and disappear...
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By Alexander Blok

The deuces tell:

Be sinful, while you're excited
With innocent your's, but the sins,
While a beauty is attracted, smiling,
Conjured by your poems.
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By Robert Rozhdestvensky

In grass - it is silence,
In reed - it is silence,
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One time (I can remind it with affection)
I was a tender nurse for you,
And I was filled with admiration -
You was a charming baby, true.
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...Again I visited a place,
This corner of the earth, where I was exiled
For two years long,
Which passed so imperceptibly.
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