Vic Postnikov Poems
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If A Soul Has Wings To Soar
If a soul has wings to soar,
Palaces and shacks ignored.
Ghengis Khan, stay out of sight:
Just two enemies to fight,
Twins inseparably tight -
Hungry poor and rich untold.
1918, Marina Tsvetaeva
2007, Trans. by V.Postnikov
Praise Of The Wealthy
Let me warn you before we start,
That we’re miles and miles apart,
That I rank among rabble and poor,
That my place in the world is pure:
Scanty tables of ugly and crippled
Crushed by over-indulgence grip…
And, therefore, from the highest belfry
I declare: I do love the wealthy!