Senseless, Tasteless Man

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Dedicated to Nikolay Klyuev and Sergei Yesenin together

Imagine sunsets written out in Braille

That only blind ones possibly can read,

Where “desolate” reads always, though so pale

That only deaf ones can decode the creed.

Imagine concerts played in vacuum

Of sound, in empty halls that have no seats

Or stage, where instruments make silent hum

At best, where kettle drums produce no beats.

Imagine Bergdorf Goodman stores without

Concessions for Chanel, Guerlain, Dior,

Or, worse, where sweetnesses are turned to drought

Of fragrance, blankness fills life’s scented shore.

  These numb scenarios are now each mine

    Since you have desecrated true love’s shrine.