Lyudmila Purgina

(Russian Federation)

B.Akhmadulina, April - translation (rus.)


Here're the girls - they wish to love,
Here're the boys - they wish to wander,
All changes in that april just unite,
Consoloidate the people with each other.

O, the new month, the new such Lord,
You seek in such a way new favour,
You may be generous in your words,
Letting amnesty to calendar.

Yes, you'll free rivers from the shackles,
Will set the distant quiet close,
A crazy will get blooming, an oldman
Will get the healing one time, certainly.


Me only won't have your mercy either,
And I'm not greedy of that luck.
You ask, but I'm late with answer,
I switch off light, my room turns dark.

Submitted: Thursday, August 01, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 02, 2013
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

April
by Bella Akhmadulina

Comments about this poem (B.Akhmadulina, April - translation (rus.) by Lyudmila Purgina )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. "Twist these Big Tits Purple", Richard Thripp
  2. गोरबो इसिँनिफ्राइ -66, Ronjoy Brahma
  3. Stories Are Created, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  4. When Fresh Fish Fails, Richard Thripp
  5. center, laxami Cards
  6. गोरबो इसिँनिफ्राइ -65, Ronjoy Brahma
  7. Im sorry mom, claudia Fernandez
  8. Witless Innocence, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  9. Sitters And Their Dreams, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  10. There Is Nothing I Can Do, Lawrence S. Pertillar

Poem of the Day

poet Sir Thomas Wyatt

My lute awake! perform the last
Labour that thou and I shall waste,
And end that I have now begun;
For when this song is sung and past,
My lute be still, for I have done.

...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]