# Serghey Esenin. I don't cry...Не жалею, не зову...

Василий Иванович Панченко

Serghey Esenin/Сергей Есенин. I don't cry, don't pity and not call...Не жалею, не зову, не плачу...

Serghey Esenin


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I don't cry, don't pity and not call,


Whatsoever go'ff as white apple-tree's a smoke.


A wast away me gilds like nature all,


I'll never be with youngster's whole my a joke.


My heart, you'll never be so pulse,


And you, alas, are touched with light a cold,


And in my country of the birch's cloth


Yet will never lure to gad me by a barefoot go.


Spirit vagrant! You so rarely seldom


Moves the flame of the mouth' chance.


Oh, my freshness, you are me abandon,


My violence eyes' and flood of sense.


All we, all we would not be in this world ever,


Maples drop their leaves' of copper calm.


So, ought to be with bless forever


What had come for flourishing and die...


1921


Translation of Vasiliy Panchenko, 2011