Esenin

No, myself, with a fateful hand I have stuck in the noose my head As the moon I myself have hung In the midnight in Angleterre. Because force - run out at once. And for me was - a blizzard's hush! Neither suffer I can, nor love Only joy has remained, the one. Yesterday I wrote a verse in blood, Sensing terrible outcome. I see ugliness after death, And as pipes will burn my forehead, And now, watching myself As a pear - I am not sad, All the same, I am not a coward And the song - to the end I sung! translation from YP