Your sickness made me
a little sick, it’s
true—I still
feel it
Mayakovsky got down
on his knees
and declared
his love
to his last
mistress
a few hours after
he’d met her
Remember me
at the hotel
in Paris,
on my knees
in the lift?
We’re all the same
men of too much passion
and a little talent—
some a little more
than others
We fool ourselves
into thinking
we’re strong
then complain
the rest of our lives
crippled by
the consequences
我的心
因你的疾病而疼痛
如此真切
现在
我仍能感受
对妻子的爱
让马雅可夫斯基栖身而跪
几小时后
爱
让他们重逢
不要忘了我
在巴黎
在那酒店
在我膝上
在左边？
我们都是一样
富有激情
身怀才干
当然
强中更有强中手
自我愚弄的人们
自以为很强壮
然而
我们却常常抱怨生活
为之困束