Sergey Alexandrovich Yesenin Poems

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No Sorrow, No Calls, No Tears...(Translated From Russian)

No sorrow, no calls, no tears.
Now it's gone, white foam from apple-tree.
Faded, seized by tarnished golden flares,
I will not feel youthful. Never me.
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I'll no more go roaming, no more seeking,
No more crushing goosefoot in the wood.
With those oatsheaf locks you tossed when speaking
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I'Ve Quit My Father's Home...(Translated From Russian)

I've quit my father's home
And left blue Russ. With three
Bright stars the birch-tree grove
Consoles my mother's grief.
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4.
What I Have Retained Of My Own...(Translation From Russian)

Ìíå îñòàëàñü îäíà çàáàâà:
Ïàëüöû â ðîò - è âåñ¸ëûé ñâèñò.
Ïðîêàòèëàñü äóðíàÿ ñëàâà,
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5.

So it happened and please don't swear.
I'm a not a word dealer now.
My poor head - it's too hard to bear
And bent-down is my golden brow.
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Cleared the cornfield, bare the boughs are,
From still waters mist is rolling,
Like a wheel beyond the mountains
Has the silent sun gone rolling.
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