The Unfinished Journey

Darling! If you feel boring Take out my notebook With the pencil stub And write down What I mutter please. These lamp posts give us light But they're stagnant. Proud Noblemen pass with their limousines But they never give us a lift. Probably they believe that we dropp our dust On their velvet seats. You see the far away star that burns forever Somehow we're bit lucky as we burn off & on. If the Inn-keeper fond of poetry We could have give this and stay a night free. Perhaps in the next birth you may be a Noblewoman And I am the same poor pilgrim. Hope you stop your car and take me towards your Castle. On the way I listen to your secret heart carefully And do you remember me your old fellow journeyman? *To Mikhail Aleksandrovich Sholokhov for his novel 'And quiet flows the Don.'