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Choose poems for you| the seven-fold illusion of the Florentines, the solemn harmony of Milton with furrowed brows

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Kiss me, kiss me

Author/Yesenin

Come, kiss me, kiss me, kiss,

The kiss hurts, the kiss bleeds from the lips,

The spring of the heart is the boiling water,

It doesn't need to be calm and sane.

Drink a large glass of wine,

It doesn't matter if there is our share or not,

You see, my girlfriend,

We only live our lives on earth!

You calmly look around,

Look again, in the damp smoke,

The moon is like a yellow raven,

Wandering and spinning on the earth.

Come on, kiss! I want to kiss enough,

The ghost has sung to me,

Look, the elf who is hovering at the top,

I already had a premonition of my death.

Ah, withering energy!

Death – Just die!

I want to go all the way to the time before I run out of breath.

Both kissed dear lips.

I want to be in a blue slumber all the time,

No shame, no melting.

In the soft clanging of thick plum leaves,

Say it over and over again, "I'm yours!" ”

May the frivolous foam on a full glass of wine

Shining, never fading——

Drink, drink, my female companion,

We only live once on earth!

Choose poems for you| the seven-fold illusion of the Florentines, the solemn harmony of Milton with furrowed brows
Choose poems for you| the seven-fold illusion of the Florentines, the solemn harmony of Milton with furrowed brows

Intellectual love

Author/Wilde

We often haunt the Castile Valley,

Listen to the ancient wooden flute playing the music of the forest,

That beautiful little-known melody:

We often row small boats into the sea,

That is the jurisdiction of the nine goddesses of the muse,

Draw a free plough ditch between the waves and the foam,

until the cargo is filled with our big ship,

Reluctantly, he sailed back to his safe home.

These are all priceless treasures that we have seized,

Soldro's passion, young Endemion's

Sweet lines of poetry, driven by majestic Timur

His pampered concubines were even more so

The seven-fold illusion of the Florentines,

The solemn harmony of Milton's furrowed brows.

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