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A meeting with the Muse
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A meeting with the Muse |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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Another translation of V. Vysotsky I’m gonna blow as if three hundred tons of TNT I’m charged with dullness of all evil-hearted But just today, the Muse came forth to me Stayed for a while, then departed... She had good motives and I understand— I have no right to moan here in dismay, Just think, a Muse... at night... and with a man! God only known, what some may say! And yet, I feel rejected and aroused Because this Muse—and many will agree!-- Had daily hung out at Block’s house, And stayed with Pushkin; never tried to flee I rushed towards the desk, still so impatient I beg You, God, please keep me in your sight! She left, and thus I lacked my inspiration And—money that she needed for the ride I run around the house, excitted and enthralled, I do condone her, even though it’s tough She left me here alone, but for some other soul I guess, I didn’t treat her well enough Gigantic cake with candles was prepared Now it dries up from woe; I feel so used And with my neighbor--lowlifes, I have shared The cognac that was meant just for the Muse The years have slowly passed on by I’m left with apathy and boredom; my two curses She left without a sound, without a reason why, And left me here alone with just two verses Here are the lines—without a doubt, I’m a poet I hear applause and I am full of pride; “I still remember that amazing moment, When you appeared before my sight” |
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