Liza Sud

Esenin - Poem by Liza Sud

No, myself, with a fateful hand
I have stuck in the noose my head
As the moon I myself have hung
In the midnight in Angleterre.

Because force - run out at once.
And for me was - a blizzard's hush!
Neither suffer I can, nor love
Only joy has remained, the one.

Yesterday I wrote a verse in blood,
Sensing terrible outcome.
I see ugliness after death,
And as pipes will burn my forehead,

And now, watching myself
As a pear - I am not sad,
All the same, I am not a coward
And the song - to the end I sung!

translation from YP

Topic(s) of this poem: translation

Comments about Esenin by Liza Sud

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 15, 2015

[Report Error]