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All Of Moscow Is Soaked With Verses And, In Books | |
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I Always Liked Around My Neck Are Rosary Strands As For Saying Goodbye | |
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We Don't Know How As I Die | |
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I Long For Immortality As If Through A Straw | |
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You Drink My Soul Beyond The Lake | |
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The Moon's Stopped In Space Boris Pasternak The Breakup | |
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The Breakup | |
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Broad And Yellow Is The Evening Light Cinque | |
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Cleopatra Dante A Doer Of Nothing | |
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I Came Here-why Not? Don't Threaten Me With A Terrible Fate During Each Day-today | |
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Tomorrow- Earthly Fame's Like Smoke | |
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I Guess- Fear, Fingering Objects | |
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In The Dark The First Long-range | |
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Artillery Shell In Leningrad Fisherman Housewarming | |
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The Betrayal Housewarming | |
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The Guests Housewarming | |
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The Hostess Housewarming | |
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The Tryst I Asked A Nearby Cuckoo To Say I Called Deathdown | |
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On The Heads Of Those I Cherished I Hear The Oriole's Voice | |
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Clear and Distressed I Learned A Simple and Wise Existence | |
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I Live Like A Cuckoo In A Clock I Pressed My Hands Together Under Cover | |
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I See On The Customs House A Faded Flag | |
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If The Lunar Horror Splashes Around In 1940 | |
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In The Woods Inscription On A Portrait It Seems That The Voice We Humans Own It's Not With A Lover's Lyre | |
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Not At All The Last Rose The Last Toast Late At Night | |
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Monday, The Twenty-third Like A White Stone | |
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In The Depths Of A Well Listening To Singing | |
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The Loss Of True Feelings And Words Renders Us Lot's Wife Masquerade | |
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In The Park Memories Of The Sun Fade As My Heart Grows Numb Midnight - | |
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Pre-spring Elegy Midnight | |
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The First Warning Midnight | |
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Through The Looking-glass Midnight | |
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Thirteen Lines Midnight | |
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The Call Midnight | |
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Night Visit Midnight | |
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And The Last One Midnight | |
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Verses: Instead Of A Dedication Midnight | |
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Verses: Instead Of An Afterword The Muse Music My Voice Is Weak | |
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My Will Doesn't Weaken Though On The Hard Crests Of The Snowdrifts | |
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That Lead One Travels Straight Ahead | |
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The Other Over The Water Prayer Pusscat, Watch Out, An Embroidered Owl Quatrain Sequence | |
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Quatrain Sequence | |
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Quatrain Sequence | |
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Quatrain Sequence: My Name Quatrain Sequence: To My Poems Requiem | |
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Requiem 3 | |
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Requiem: 4 | |
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Requiem: 5 | |
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Requiem: Dedication | |
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Requiem: Epilogue 1 | |
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Requiem: Epilogue 2 | |
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Requiem: Instead Of A Preface | |
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Requiem: Introduction A Ruddy Youth Wandered Forlornly Around Seaside Sonnet The Secrets Of The | |
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Craft: 3, Muse The Secrets Of | |
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The Craft: 6, The Last Poem The Secrets Of | |
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The Craft: 7, Epigram The Secrets Of | |
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The Craft: 9, To Osip Mandelstam The Smell Of Inanimate Things And Flowers Song | |
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About Songs The Song Of The Final Meeting | |
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The Souls Of All My Loved Ones Are On High Stars Suddenly | |
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It Was Quiet Everywhere The Tale Of | |
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The Black Ring: 1 The Tale Of | |
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The Black Ring: 2 The Tale Of | |
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The Black Ring: 3 There's A Sacred Limit To Any Closeness | |
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They Didn't Bring Me A Letter Today This Craft Of Ours | |
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Sacred And Bright The Three Autumns The Three Things He Loved Most In Life | |
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To The Memory Of A Poet: 1 | |
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To The Memory Of A Poet: 2 | |
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To The Muse Voronezh We're Heavy Drinkers Here, And Women Of Loose %morals- | |
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When A Person Dies When The Moon Is Lying On The Window Sill | |
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Where Nothing Is Needed, I Walk Like A Child While Reading Hamlet | |
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Why Are You Wandering Around So Wild Roses Are Blooming (from A Burned Notebook) | |
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Wild Roses Are Blooming: 4, First Little Song | |
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Wild Roses Are Blooming: 6, The Dream | |
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Wild Roses Are Blooming: 8 | |
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Wild Roses Are Blooming: 9, In The Broken Mirror | |
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The Willow You Can Look Straight Into My Room | |