V.Khodasevich - Good Poems... - Translation (Rus.) - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
Good poems torment me much,
Bad ones - are nice without reason:
They can't sting souls, nor they bite,
They have the warmth of home, isn't it?
So - that's a real lemonad, of course,
(They're light, as a silk morning gown) .
And qeniuse ones takes minute to concern, oh...
The grey verses hold evening whole.
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