A Visit from the Muse
At any moment, I’ll explode like TNT--
The writer’s block will surely make me blow!
Today, the Muse came here to visit me,
Before I could relax, she had to go.
She had her reasons, yes, I understand—
I have no right to moan here in dismay,
Just think, a Muse - at night - and with a man!
God only knows what witnesses might say.
And yet, I feel rejected and disgraced,
Because this Muse—and many will concur! -
Had lived with Blok for many, many days,
And Balmont too was known to be with her.
I rushed towards the writing desk – impatient.
I beg You, God, have mercy - let me write!
She went away and took my inspiration
And money that she needed for the ride.
I pace around the house like I’m mad.
But I forgive her – though it’s rather tough.
She left me for some other lonely lad, -
I guess I didn’t treat her well enough.
I made a cake, with candles everywhere, -
Now it dries up from woe – I feel so used.
And with my lowlife neighbors, now, I share
The cognac that was meant just for the Muse.
Like certain people, years have disappeared,
All’s in the past, - I yawning, bored and tired,
She left in silence, like she wasn’t here,
But left me with two lines that she inspired.
Here are the lines—without a doubt, I’m a poet!
I hear applause, there's flowers at my side:
“I still remember that amazing moment
You have appeared before my sight!”