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 Re: أنا..ملاك !! ( شعر: يفغيني يفتيشينكو) (Re: ibrahim fadlalla)
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Poetry of Yevgeny Yevtushenko
I’m an Angel
I’ve stopped drinking.
I love my wife.
My own wife--
I insist on this.
Living so like an angel,
I almost quote Shchipachev.
This is a shriveled life.
I’ve shut my eyes to all other women.
My shoulders feel peculiar.
Aha!
Wings must be sprouting!
This makes me anxious.
Moody.
And the wings keep sprouting-what a nuisance!
How awkward!
Now I’ll have to slit
my jacket in appropriate places.
A true angel,
I bear life no grudge
for all its cruel hurts.
I’m a true angel.
But I still smoke.
I’m the smoking type.
To be an angel
is strange work.
Pure spirit.
Not an ounce of flesh.
And the women pass by.
A true angel,
what good to them am I!
I don’t count for the present,
not while I hold celestial rank,
but--bear in mind--in this life,
a fallen angel
is the worst devil of all!
Translated by George Reavey
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ibrahim fadlalla
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