понедельник, 16 марта 2009 г.

Traces
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?
1945

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.
    BEst,
    A.G.

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