There are only you and me, Joseph.
And I don't know how and why.
All the other world is simply frozen:
to learn poetry you have to die.
I was wailing for you, dear Joseph,
I was startled, I wanted to find.
But it was John of Kronstadt who taught me:
to learn poetry you have to die.
I had patience, was really paying
for that secret: to hear, to write.
You reminded that mirror is changing.
to learn poetry you have to die.
I forgot. But your mirror reminded
why I suddenly start to despise
all the earthly - because it's my past now:
to learn poetry you have to die.
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Есть только мы с тобой, Иосиф.
и я не знаю, как или зачем.
Все в мире остальном - просто замерзло.
Чтобы стихи познать - ты должен умереть.
Я тосковала по тебе, Иосиф.
Я так стремилась отыскать ответ!
Но Иоанн ответил на вопросы.
Чтобы стихи познать - ты должен умереть.
А я терпела, и я заплатила
за тот секрет: как слушать и писать,
Ты мне напомнил: зеркало сменилось.
ты должен умереть, чтобы стихи писать.
Забыла я: ты с зеркалом напомнил,
когда я начинаю презирать
земное все - оно для меня в прошлом.
чтобы стихи писать - ты должен умирать.
Joseph, John, the mirror, poetry....... thoughts, imaginations. i learn a lot through the events of life........ nice poem. thank you dear poetess Liza
Your mirror reminded me! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
TO LEARN POETRY YOU HAVE TO DIE is a bold, very bold refrain. The first impact on me is that IT ENHANCES POETRY BEING A LIFE/DEATH ISSUE. /the second impact: it connects you two two DEAD PHYSICAL LY BUT ALIVE SPIRITUALLY INFLUENCES IN j. B. and J.of K The speaker surprises me in her view of death; SHE HAS NO FEAR SO CONFIDENT IS SHE OF BEING IN GOD'S CAMP