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You do not love me, do not regret

You do not love me, do not regret,
Do I look my best?
Do not look into the face, passion mleesh,
My shoulders drooping hands.

young, with sensual grin,
I'm with you is tender and not tough.
tell me, How many have you caressed?
How many hands do you remember? how many lips?

I know - they went, the shadows,
Not touching your fire,
Many of you sat on your knees,
And now I sit here at.

Let your eyes half closed
And you think about someone else other,
I'm very love you not,
Drowning in a long journey.

This zeal is not called fate,
Legkodumna fiery relationship, –
As casually I met with you,
smile, quietly broke up.

Yes, and you go your way
Spraying gloomy days,
Just do not touch Never Been Kissed,
Only negorevshih not mani.

And when the other down the lane
you will pass, talking about love,
May be, I go for a walk,
And with you we will meet again.

Unscrewing to another closer shoulders
And a little stooped down,
You tell me softly: "Good evening!»
I will answer: "Good evening, miss».

And nothing will disturb the soul,
And nothing it will not abandon the creeps, –
who loved, so he can not love,
who burned, In order not to be lit.

4 December 1925

Birch tree

White birch
Under my window
Prinakrylas snow,
Similarly, silver.

At fluffy branches
snowy border
blossomed brush
white fringe.

And it is worth birch
In the sleepy silence,
And burning snowflakes
The gold fire.

A fireworks, idly
bypassing around,
sprinkle branches
new silver.

1913

you are my Shagane, Shagane!

you are my Shagane, Shagane!
because, I'm from the north, whether,
I'm ready to tell you the field,
About wavy rye under the moon.
you are my Shagane, Shagane.

because, I'm from the north, whether,
There's a huge moon a hundred times,
Whatever it was beautiful Shiraz,
He is no better Ryazan expanses.
because, I'm from the north, whether.

I'm ready to tell you the field,
This hair I took the rye,
If you want to, thumb vyazhi -
I did not feel pain.
I'm ready to tell you the field.

About wavy rye under the moon
According curls you my guess.
Expensive, mum, smile,
only memory do not wake me
About wavy rye under the moon.

you are my Shagane, Shagane!
There, in the north, girl too,
At you like she was scared,
Can, He thinks of me ...
you are my Shagane, Shagane.

1924

The most popular verses Esenina:


All poems of Sergey Yesenin

Comments:

  1. The most favorite verse “Black man”. But others, too, at an altitude of. Esenina think the genius of the Silver Age.

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