No, I'm not Byron; I am, yet, Another choice for the sacred dole, Like him - a persecuted soul, But only of the Russian set. I early start and end the whole, And will not win the future days; Like in an ocean, in my soul, A cargo of lost hopes stays. Who, oh, my ocean severe, Could read all secrets in your scroll? Who'll tell the people my idea? I'm God or no one at all! -- Mikhael Lermentov, No, I'm Not Byron...
A Year of Poetry – Day 281
Posted by daddybear71 on January 29, 2017
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