31 Quotes About Russian-poetry

After a night of insomnia the body gets weaker,Becomes dear but no one’s — not even your own.

Все же с горки дальше видно,Шире кругозор...Как равнине ни обидно,Это – свойство гор.

I’ll rise up as a poem…

But then he touched the flowersWith the dry tips of his fingers."Tell me how men kiss you.Tell me how you kiss.

Where does such tenderness come fromAnd what do I do with it, you, sly,Adolescent, vagabond singer,Whose lashes couldn’t be longer?

For one can live in friendshipWith verses and with cards, with Plato and with wine,And hide beneath the gentle cover of our playful pranksA noble heart and mind.

I hope for a light grief in old age.I was born in Rome and it has returned to me.My autumn was a kind of she-wolf,And August - the month of Caesars - smiled at me.

Here's how I used to thinkyou made a book:a poet comes along,mouth half open, inspired,then suddenly the idiot bursts into song - fancy that!

A chestnut-haired childCheering up, wentand stood in his stall.And took the whole incidentlike a young colt - and to live seemed worthwhile,and to labor,worthy.