/lit/ - Literature

>>13101085
So that you could ask this question.

Lilichka! - Instead of a letter
Tobacco smoke has eaten away the air
The room is a chapter from kruchenykh’s hell*
Recall: behind this window, in a frenzy of despair,
I first caressed your tender hands

You’re sitting like that now, with your iron heart
One more day – and will you drive me out at all?
It will then take me long to put my shivering broken arm
Into the sleeve in the dim hall

I’ll run out, I’ll throw my body into the street
Wild, lashed with despair, I’ll go insane
Please, don’t, my darling, my good one,
We’d better say goodbye today.

You see, wherever you may run to,
My love hangs over you like a bad dream
Please, let me howl out the bitterness
Of offended grievances in this last scream

If a bull ever gets tired out
It’ll leave and lay sprawled in cold waves
I have no other sea except your love
And, crying, for your mercy my heart vainly craves

If a tired elephant wants to rest
Regal, in burning sands it will lie down,
I have no other sun except your love
But I even don’t know where and with whom you are now.

Should you cause such pain to a poet
He would barter you for money and fame
Alas, no other ringing can please me
But the ringing of your beloved name

I won’t take poison or throw myself down the stairs
And I won’t pull the trigger against my temple
No other blade except the blade of your stare
Can ever make me tremble

You’ll forget tomorrow that I crowned you,
That this love burnt out my flowery heart
And the carnival of vain days will, whirling,
Tear the pages of my books apart...

Will the dry leaves of my words
Make you stop, breathing avidly?
Let me pave with this last tender verse
Your steps, as you’re leaving rapidly.