From a pain - the experience grows...
Grows as a plant from the soil...
And in my soul lives a murmur,
The common grumble: WHY FOR?
Why for me such a pain? HOW could they?
How could you? somebody
To unite the soul's dreaming
About past life, that has half-gone,
With a quagmire, slow-sleeping,
Which keeps in her the light of life - a blink? ...
Where could I find the escape
From the heart tormenting - a weightless thought,
That with the arrows has pierced
The life's delight... and pulled me
Into this life chasm, gorge? ...
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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2011/10/17/579
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem