In blood, we write great poetries.
Everything is saturated with unbearable throes.
Everything is written as it is.
Can't throw out of it any words.
There's honor,
love, and the age-old sufferings are a dozen,
the heart that's broken.
This is a signed contract between heaven and earth.
We read so that we've got the broken voice.
We're shivering with creeps.
Rhymes are flowing uncontrollably, like tears.
This is not just poetries; it's a tortured soul screams.
Великие стихи мы пишем кровью.
Пропитано всё нестерпимой болью.
В них всё записано как есть,
Не выкинуть оттуда слова.
Там честь,
Любовь, много страданья векового.
Кусок от сердца там оторван.
Это подписанный контракт меж небом и землёю.
Читаем так, что голос аж надорван,
До дрожи заедают мураши.
Рифмы - как слёзы, неудержимою текут рекою.
Это не просто стих, а крик истерзанной души.
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Author:
Alex Stariy (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 19th, 2023 09:46
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- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
Intense piece. I enjoy working through the Russian, of which I have no formal study but can transliterate and catch the drift. I adore doing the same with Lermontov, Brodsky, and the works of the Absurdists. Every poem is as it is, can't dismiss a single word. Very important observation.
Yes, you're right. Thank you for noticing. Russian literature is great! I'd love to see your works!
Thank you for bringing to light the darkness which befalls the authentically Russian ‘tortured soul screams’ of the classical Russian poets-Russian poetry translates well in most languages I’ve heard…
Thank you very much. I'm glad that it was appreciated in English as well. You're right it sounds good in the majority of languages.
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