"Igor Severyanin. Selected Poems " - читать интересную книгу автора

Someones kissed over here! Someone elsewhere is beaten!
Pineapples in champagne - the pulse of the night!

Among nervous girls and in company of women
Tragedy I am turning to dream and to farce.
Pineapples in champagne! Pineapples in champagne!
Moscow to Nagasaki! New York to Mars!



Introduction


Im nightingale: no traits I carry
And without special depth I sing.
But everyone, from crone to baby,
Will know me, singer of the spring.

Im nightingale, I am a graybird,
But like a rainbow is my song.
I only have a single habit:
To other lands to lure the throng.

Im nightingale! What for, then, so
Is godless critic with his scorn?
Seek, swine, the treasure in a trough,
And not in garlands made of thorns!

Im nightingale, and, beside singing,
No other use can come of me.
I am so wondrous beyond reason
That Reason bows before my feet!



Love is causelessness

Love is a causelessness. Thoughtlessness even.
To love for a reason? I love for I feel.
Love is like a troika, demented and rabid,
Rushing toward a ship that is leaving to sail.

Where to? Does not matter. I like aimless journeys.
Magnolias blooming... Wandering ice...
Fly onward, my troika, in path of a snowstorm,
Where my ship gets ready for watery flight.

Stomp out, my dear troika, discretion and reason,
Smoke with a fire, flaming, foaming and white!
What for? For no reason - my heart's drunk with freedom