Perhaps there are some good poems by Yesenin, even though I never liked his work.
Pour, harmonica! Boredom... Boredom...
The harmonist pours his fingers in a wave.
Drink with me, you wretched bitch,
Drink with me.
They've loved you too much, they've tormented you -
It's unbearable.
Why are you looking at me with such blue eyes?
Or do you want to hit me?
I'd put you in the garden as a scarecrow,
To scare away the crows.
You've tormented me from all sides
To the point of exhaustion.
Pour, harmonica. Pour, my constant companion.
Drink, otter, drink.
I'd rather have that one, the busty one -
She's dumber.
I'm not the first among women...
There are many of you,
But I'm only with a bitch like you
For the first time.
The freer, the louder,
Here and there.
I won't end it with myself,
Go to hell.
It's time to get rid of your dog pack.
My dear, I'm crying,
Forgive me... forgive me...Will that do?
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт