mom can you come get me things are getting bad again and i feel every insult like a sharp tooth and i feel my dreams rotting under my fingernails and i feel too much all the time or else i feel nothing at all and it doesn’t seem to matter if i drink and dance and party or if i stay at home curled up to study
mom are you sure when i was born i was a person and not just a vortex. always hungry. always swallowing. no matter how much goes in me i always end up empty.
— Wait For Me, Konstantin Simonov (tr. by Mike Munford)
[text ID: Wait for me and I’ll come back! / Wait with all your might! / Wait when dreary yellow rains / Tell you nothing’s right; / Wait when snow is falling fast; / Wait when summer’s hot; / When no one waits for other men / And all the past’s forgot! / Wait when those that wait with you / Are bored and tired and glum, / And when it seems, from far away, / No letters ever come! / Wait for me and I’ll come back! / Wait in patience yet / Pay no heed when they repeat / That you should forget; / And when my mother and my son / Give up on me at last / And friends sit sadly round the fire / And talk about the past / And drink a bitter glass of wine / In memory of me – / Wait! No rush to drink with them! / Tell them to wait and see! / Wait for me and I’ll come back, / Escaping every fate! / ‘Just got lucky!’ they will say, / Those that didn’t wait. / They will never understand / How, amidst the strife, / By your waiting for me, dear, / You had saved my life! / Only you and I will know / How you got me through! / Simply – you knew how to wait! / No one else but you!]
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