s.e suicide note, 1925

Obsessed.

sergei esenin

Sergei Esenins corpse.

Suicide note;

Goodbye my friend, goodbye
My love, you're in my heart
It was penalty that we should part
We're united by and by, united by and by
Goodbye
No hate left to endure, it was nothing

Goodbye, my friend, goodbye.
My dear one, you're in my breast.
This predestined parting promises a meeting ahead.

Goodbye, my friend, without hand, without word
No sorrow and no sadness in brow.
In this life, dying is no new
But living, of course, isn't novel either.

Goodbye, goodbye, my friend, within my bosom dear.
This parting ruled by destiny, a meeting means somewhere.

Goodbye, my friend, no hand, no word, don't draw your brows and grieve, in life to die is nothing new, it's nothing new to live.

Goodbye, my friend, goodbye, goodbye.
You are in my heart, as evidence.
Our preordained disseverence predicts reunion by and by.

Goodbye; no handshake to endure.
Let's have no sadness-furrowed brow.
There's nothing new in dying now
Though living is no newer.

to avgusta miklashevskaya:

You’re as simple as all of them, as ten thousand more in Russia. And you know of the lonely dawn and the deep-blue autumn’s shudder.

My heart’s in a pretty mess, and stupid thoughts come thronging. Your clear-cut ikon face I’ve seen in Ryazan shrines hanging.

These ikons I’ve reviled, a rake’s row and rudeness revering, now there suddenly spring to mind song-words soft and endearing.

I’ve no wish to fly to the heights, too much the body’s needing. How is it your name vibrates as the ‘August’ cool evening?

I’m not beggarly, sorry or mean nor by passion’s flame made silly and from childhood have known how to please the dogs and the Steppeland fillies.

So I’ve not kept myself intact for you or for her or for that one for a lunatic poet’s heart is of mirthless joy a token.

In your slant eyes I’m sinking down as in leaves, with sadness utter… you’re as simple as all of them as ten thousand more in Russia.