It's boring and sad, and there's no one around
In times of my spirit's travail…
Desires!…What use is our vain and eternal desire?..
While years pass on by - all the best years!
To love…but love whom?.. a short love is vexing,
And permanent love's just a myth.
Perhaps look within? - The past's left no trace:
All trivial, joys and distress…
What good are the passions? For sooner or later
Their sweet sickness ends when reason speaks up;
And life, if surveyed with cold-blooded regard,-
Is stupid and empty - a joke…
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Boy, I feel the same way about love now, like what's the point, they all end badly... love is a great but painful thing in the end... good luck to all.
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I don't think I've read anything that served so much as an open window into the material. I could see Mikhail Yuryvich sitting on the sofa in perhaps his living room, gazing out of a large window looking out into the surrounding thrushes of the Penzenskaya province, if such thrushes existed. This is grand, -- absolutely stunning!
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This is a very nice simple and a bit sad poem...but fact is fact...he sound like A E Poe..i like his concept of Love...
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Depressing
It seems dark and never able to settle on anything. The person isn't able to have anything it wants. the line 'To love...but love whom?.. a short love is vexing' is jsut creepy how beutiful and true it is. the line 'Desires!...What use is our vain and eternal desire?..' holds ture so much in life. I love the puntuation.
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