Iíll explode now like three hundred tons of TNT,
Within, the charge of the uncreative iniquity:
Today, I had a visit from a Muse,
She stayed a while, then left, lighting the fuse.
She solid reasons had -
I have no right to whine -
Imagine: Muse... At night... With a man!
God knows just what about her will be said then.
And still I feel lonely and quite vexed:
That same Muse - as people can confirm! -
For days with poet Block she stayed,
And with Pushkin lived - never to adjourn.
All impatience, I to the table rushed,
But, God, save me and grant my soul mercy,
She left, and inspiration turned to dust. Vanished
Along with some money: that mustíve been for a taxi.
In fury, like an animal, I thrash about,
But blessed be the Muse - her I forgave
She left me for someone else:
Most likely, i didnít treat her well.
Giant cake, stuck with dripping candles,
Withered from grief, and so have I dried up.
The cognac that was meant for Muse,
With neighbors, bastards, I drank up.
Years have passed, like blacklisted people, -
All is in the past, Iím yawning filled with ennui.
Wordlessly, she left without a goodbye,
All that was left of her - just a couple lines.
Only a couplet - Iím a genius, doubts be gone,
Bestow elation, laurels, and flowers:
"I remember that wondrous moment,
When you appeared before me"!