16 To Tatiana
My best confession would be for the stranger --
For your best lover whom you never touched,
And my best trip would be when I'm mistaken
About the finish and about the start.
And my best prayer would be for the idol
With crippled body and with empty eyes,
And my best poem would be when I'm idle,
While you are in a hurry passing by.
Don't pass me by, don't leave me to the stranger,
To broken gods and to my lazy drift,
To my best words on silent sheets of paper,
In my best trip.
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