Mikhail Poems - Poems about Mikhail

*Image of Dr Mikhail Tyaglyy AUDIO version for the vision impaired. Dr Mikhail Tyaglyy Go, young man, and conciliate cravings, menacing palls the cherished realm. Shelves are left barren for frantic looks, as aisles reload a virtuous plunge of cobwebbed books, decaying prints accolades of vice barren save one issue ... record stamped BUNKER. Youths immersed in causality and confidence, protest keeps step as discord spreads outward. Mein Kampf now theirs, whimsical...

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Golden little cloud had night for sleeping on the bosom of the giant mount, Early morning took it without sound playing azure; and old mount's keeping dewy trace in wrinkles like some present. There is nothing else, there's mount only, It is pensive deeply, it is lonely, It is crying quietly in the desert. P.S. This is my translation of poem by Mikhail...

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There is flower, it is scarlet flower, It is bright, it is flaming like dawn, It is miraculous with the sun power, It has name of the dream, it's alone. Maybe over the seventh pass, breathing of the wind will be so fresh and new as that miraculous and so missing most fairy flower, it's true. And we all have a wish in...

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And when the sky turned light and rosy All started fussy fast and noisy, Line by the line had shown. Our colonel’s born as dashing fellow, Tsar’s servant; dad for soldiers. Bellow spread after wound – not voice of cello, So pity, now he’s gone. He told us with the eyes of fire: “Guys! Moscow is behind” and prayer said for Moscow here we’ll...

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Guv, tell me, not without the reason our Moscow in the fired treason was burnt and left for French. Oh, there were fights I see their splendours so awesome and we have the embers, No wonder Russia still remembers Borodino’s black trench! It was the time there were the people, The modern tribe looks like some cripple, They’re Heroes they’re not you. Their fate...

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According will of wondrous will The realm of passion ousts my real, Like bark that's broken with the wave, That one who found on sand its grave. Let tide caresses lonely frame, The cripple won't accept deceit, It knows, it's weak, it knows, it's lame Pretending that it sleeps, it's split; Nobody will entrust to hull himself or cargo anymore, It's free, it's useless and...

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1. I go out alone on road I'm stranger; Through the fog siliceous way shines bright; It is quiet. Waste hears the God, He's stager, And the star speaks with the star at night. 2. Skies are filled with triumph,...

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There's far away white lonely sail in fog of sea that knows no end! What does it look here, in this veil? What did it leave in native land? The wind is whistling - waves are playing And mast is bending with its creak, Alas, it looks no joy betraying itself, it runs no joy. It's sick. Its frame's adorned with light of...

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Sometimes only to myself I wonder why I permitted you to go that day You seemed to know then better than I I cannot shake the thought like a tree I cannot make the leaves of memory dry Deep roots are here, burried in the clay Of feelings, fossils of my pain The loss - that we shall never run again Along the...

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Ah Mikhail, were you here to splash again with me Through the mounds of marbles fragile white And roll and scream delirious with childlike ecstasy That leave uncounted the snowbirds late in flight. Memory is a giant stain on the carpet of my mind And the pain like footsteps pound it again and again My son, my son, how noble now...

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Deeper than icon lost Or treasured pride Or valued artifact The twin towers cannot measure it then For who can debate And plan, and build another monument At my ground zero I would enlist For all the wars my soul resist With hate All would be worthy of all I am To bring him back again For this I do not gamble on my faith There better be...

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Where does my Mikhail sleeps tonight? His bed his bare, his room his cold No one looks to see the wild geese flight And far away the church bells toll. I had him once against my chest, no more Where does my Mikhail sleeps tonight The wild waves wander a wind blown shore It's dark, it's dark, stars hides my sight. So young...

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