1887–1964
Poeta ruso, traductor, dramaturgo, crítico literario, redactor.
El honor
El honor no se compra con oro.
El honesto no lo cederá.
Necesita el honor, igual que a la luz.
El deshonesto, feliz de venderlo...
Pero, como todos ya saben,
el deshonesto no tiene honor.
* It's heavy load of love, even if the leading two. Our
now I just love. Care
your part and my part, jealously and sacredly,
but for whom and for what - I can not say.
I saw I saw a burning lake,
a dog pants on a horse, instead of the roof
, a hat over the house,
cats caught mice.
saw the goose and the fox,
making cakes in the forest, as the cub
trying on shoes.
And like a fool I believed it!
* People write, and time erase, erasing everything
be deleted.
But tell me - if the sound dies, perhaps the sound
must die?
becomes deaf and off,
ready to merge with the silence.
and not with the ear, but with the heart
hear this laughter, this chest voice.
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S. Marshak reading one of his poems:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zK3yCr9gbdk
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