The Tragedy of Poet and Poetry

Oh, how sweet you are, Russian poetry! How unapproachable! Let the poet up to your balcony while no one's looking. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, that…* But why don’t you send your nurse for a rope ladder? Why do I see doubt in your eyes? I swear, I’m not going to tease your bear, drink your vodka, play balalaika and shoot Kalashnikov. And even if they say that love is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous** - I'll be gentle, delicate and quiet: Russian poets don’t pick kisses by force. you won’t then maybe your english speaking sister will take poet in *The tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, Act III, Scene II **The tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, Act I, Scene IV