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FATE




FATE - Andrei Voznesensky

 Fate is above me. Why should I browse? 
   Sleeping in dosses, an outcast, I rove. 
   Grief is a cellar, 
   that opens in every old house. 
   A ditch is below me and fate is above. 
     
   What did I want? Well, a life of contentment. 
   What did I get? Just a coffin and wreath... 
   Under the cradle a grave has been latent. 
   Fate is above me, a ditch is beneath. 
     
   Up in the sky my soul, like a hound, 
   howls, despaired, 
   the trigger to pull it was keen. 
   Fate has come over my family background, 
   and on the earth where fate is my kin. 
     
   What have I done, apart from the simple 
   poems I've written in passing to date? 
   I've been a lightening conductor for people. 
   Now I have broken my back. Such is fate.


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