Yes!
It"s settled! Now and for ever
I have left
my dear old plain.
And the
winged leaves of poplars will never
Ring and
rustle above me again.
Our house
will sag in my absence,
And my dog
died a long time ago.
Me, I"m
fated to die with compassions
In the
crooked streets of Moscow, I know.
I admire
this city of elm-trees
With
decrepit buildings and homes.
Golden
somnolent Asian entities
Are reposing
on temple domes.
When the
moonlight at night, dissipated,
Shines...
like hell in the dark sky of blue!
I walk down
the alley, dejected,
To the pub
for a drink, maybe, two.
It"s a
sinister den, harsh and roaring,
But in spite
of it, all through the night
I read poems
for girls that go whoring
And carouse
with thieves with delight.
Now I speak
but my words are quite pointless,
And the beat
of my heart is fast:
"Just
like you, I am totally worthless,
And I cannot
re-enter the past".
Our house
will sag in my absence.
And my dog
died a long time ago.
Me, I"m
fated to die with compassions
In the
crooked streets of Moscow, I know.
1922
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