O, no, I do feel no sorry
for the past shadow on a wall,
we’ve touched once and then we have severed
and I have no debts at all,
and only in the deep in my mind,
where memory suspends in sludge,
some afterglows still reside in:
О Lord, I loved you so much!
'Poems about Love'
I loved you this way and that so
much making you blush, quiver, pale
on blankets, settees on and over
and in the fields of rye for sale
stripping your lipstick from your mouth
marring your clothing and … Well,
I loved you not the way I must do
But anyhow. What the hell!
'I loved you not the way I must do'
Translated from Russian by Kseniya Rudel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem