Sergei Yesenin

Poor Poet, Was That Really You

Poor poet, was that really you, addressing the moon in rhyme? My eyes were dulled so long ago by love, by cards and wine. The moon climbs through the window frame. White light, so white it blinds you... I bet on the Queen of Spades, but I played the Ace of Diamonds.

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