Demiurg
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I differ from many of you
In that I live by special laws,
In that I write this at night, sleepless,
Only because I am sad now.
I differ from many of those
Who sincerely and honestly loved me –
In that love, and fire, and success –
Were letters, lines, rhymes.
I differ from joyful girls
In age, gender, appearance, and weight,
In that I am a jester and a carefree rogue,
And – a scorpion, not a maiden or a lion.
I differ from others around
In that sometimes I turned off the phone
Only to not harm myself at night, sleepless.
I sometimes differ from myself
In that I do not consider myself a poet,
And I understand that only because of this
I do not die, grieving for the past.
I differ from many others,
With whom my women sleep, forgetting
The sea and the sun, frozen in the sky,
Suddenly seeing them happy.
I differ from your husbands
In that sometimes, forgetting about propriety,
I left when they drove me away,
Not noticing all the distinctions.
I differ only in that I love
Those with whom I was – with some for years, with others for minutes,
In that I did not live, obeying the statute,
In that I endure myself for a very long time.
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Merry Joe I am not Pushkin, not Byron – I am different! A mischievous girl – Merry JO! I sometimes write poems. And about this and even about THAT… Sometimes I get sad for no reason. Sometimes I laugh for no reason… Is this a sign of something?! A fool?!:))) But I am not afraid to be a fool! Because sometimes it is honorable to be a fool! And it is sinful to be a boring bore. Our life is short… Fleeting! And there is no time to spoil it. While you are alive and well – smile! While you are young at heart – love! And do not be ashamed to love and breathe! And when you “play in the box” – c'est la vie, Then you will be silent “at your leisure,” Poor Yorick, mourner of the Earth… And I will sing a boogie-woogie for you, And whisper my nonsense… about Love!:)))
this is worth reading
Merry Joe I am not Pushkin, not Byron – I am different! A mischievous girl – Merry JO! I sometimes write poems. And about this and even about THAT… Sometimes I get sad for no reason. Sometimes I laugh for no reason… Is this a sign of something?! A fool?!:))) But I am not afraid to be a fool! Because sometimes it is honorable to be a fool! And it is sinful to be a boring bore. Our life is short… Fleeting! And there is no time to spoil it. While you are alive and well – smile! While you are young at heart – love! And do not be ashamed to love and breathe! And when you “play in the box” – c'est la vie, Then you will be silent “at your leisure,” Poor Yorick, mourner of the Earth… And I will sing a boogie-woogie for you, And whisper my nonsense… about Love!:)))