Do not look at me with reproach…
Creative author's translation of Esenin’s poem
Do not look at me with reproach,
I do not hold disdain for you,
But I love your gaze with a hint of mystery,
And your cunning meekness too.
Yes, you seem spread out before me,
And perhaps I'm glad to see,
Like a fox pretending to be dead,
Catching crows and they’re young with glee.
Well, go ahead, catch them, I won't protest.
Just don't let your passion fade away.
On my cooled-down soul,
Such encounters have happened before.
It is not you that I love, my dear,
You are just an echo, just a shadow.
In your face, I see another,
Whose eyes are blue as the sky's glow.
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Engulfing Light
I have not been very successful in quieting my mind this evening. I find that as time goes by, I find myself in deeper contemplation, in regards to the purpose of my life. I can say with certainty, that thus far, I have had a life, that with all things considered, has been a well lived one.
By Kaylon Forsyth3 days ago in Humans
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