- Maybe, it's too late or, maybe, early,
- It has not occurred to me for years,
- I resemble now Don Juan, really,
- Like a proper flippant man of verse.
- What"s the matter? What has happened, really?
- Every day I have some other chick.
- And I lose self-pity, willy-nilly,
- And defy unfaithfulness and trick.
- I have always kept my heart from simple,
- Tender feelings, and I wonder what
- I am looking for in oh, so cripple
- Women, so light-headed, and so void.
- Hold me back, restrain me, scornful feeling,
- I have always been marked up by you.
- In my heart I have a chilly steaming
- And the rustle of lilac of blue.
- In my heart I have a lemon sunset,
- Through the fog I hear someone say:
- For your freedom you will have to answer,
- Well, Don Juan, take the challenge, eh?
- As I take the challenge within reason,
- I can see the same old thing I have:
- I must take a storm for blooming season
- And mistake a thrill for real love.
- Thats the reason Thats the way it happened.
- Every day I have some other chick,
- So that I might always smile, be happy
- And defy unfaithfulness and trick.December 13, 1925 Sergey Yesenin
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