Sergei Yesenin - Works

Works

  • The Scarlet of the Dawn (1910)
  • The high waters have licked (1910)
  • The Birch Tree (1913)
  • Autumn (1914)
  • Russia (1914)
  • I'll glance in the field (1917)
  • I left the native home (1918)
  • Hooligan (1919)
  • Hooligan's Confession (1920) (Italian translation sung by Angelo Branduardi)
  • I am the last poet of the village (1920)
  • Prayer for the First Forty Days of the Dead (1920)
  • I don't pity, don't call, don't cry (1921)
  • Pugachev (1921)
  • Land of Scoundrels (1923)
  • One joy I have left (1923)
  • A Letter to Mother (1924)
  • Tavern Moscow (1924)
  • Confessions of a Hooligan (1924),
  • Desolate and Pale Moonlight (1925)
  • The Black Man (1925)
  • To Kachalov's Dog (1925)
  • Goodbye, my friend, goodbye (1925) (His farewell poem)

До свиданья, друг мой, до свиданья.
Милый мой, ты у меня в груди.
Предназначенное расставанье
Обещает встречу впереди.
До свиданья, друг мой, без руки, без слова,
Не грусти и не печаль бровей,-
В этой жизни умирать не ново,
Но и жить, конечно, не новей.

Goodbye, my friend, goodbye
My love, you are in my heart.
It was preordained we should part
And be reunited by and by.
Goodbye: no handshake to endure.
Let's have no sadness — furrowed brow.
There's nothing new in dying now
Though living is no newer.

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