понедельник, 16 марта 2009 г.

Tell me, when you visit homes
Luxurious or bare,
Entering through portals wide
Or up a narrow stair,
Listening to music
Conjured from the piano keys,
Answering your hosts` polite inquiries,
Tell me, please,
Do you leave a trace they wipe
From the parquet floor?
Do you hosts exchange a glance
As you close the door?
Or are they glad that you have been
And sad that you depart?
Do you leave a trace unseen
To cherish in the heart?

1 комментарий:

  1. Rodion, these are wonderful poems. But what was actually needed is your home assignment. I'll forward it again, read your mail.