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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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*This is a translation of a poem by V. Vysotsky. My friends light up the candles for me still, And in the smoke, your image is outlined, And I don’t want to know that time can heal, That everything will pass away with time. No longer will I ever lose my verve, For any burden on my soul and any pain, Unknowingly, she took along with her-- At first, into the port, then on the plane. Inside my soul there are deserted lands. What are you seeking in this fruitless blur?! There are just fragments of old songs and webs, And all the rest she took along with her. Inside my soul -- are goals without means. Go dig inside,-- you’ll find there, by chance, Two simple phrases and unfinished scenes, And all the rest is now somewhere in France. My friends light up the candles for me still, And in the smoke, your image is outlined, But I don’t want to know that time will heal, That everything will pass away with time. [This message has been edited by Master (edited 03-30-2000).] |
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heart_on_sleeve Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 55 |
Touching poem you found!Vystoksy must have been a very touching poet. |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
You don't know how right you are! THanks for responding. |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
Beautiful and touching poem. This poet you found must be really awesome! Love and hugs, Lizzie.  |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you Lizzie! |
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