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1. Some words about the book I must say.

How people live without the book can?

Who thought of the first sheet of paper white,

Then first blank verse had begun to write?

2. We don’t know… poet did too little live.

Time can’t all themes keep.

Soon people were forgetting it…

And never did remember the first-born song.

3. Somebody joins in a refrain in mind

And good idea will be living. Fight!

Poetry must fight its way,

To fight alone from day to day.

4. Too seldom people are meeting verse,

Without arrogance, with beauty sense.

Don’t understand, what he wanted say

A simple man, who is a poet called, is one of them.

5. Which kind of feeling inspires to write.

What said the people long ago of light.

Or said about fate and the fateful one,

Or maybe wrote thoughts about the shining Sun.

6. We can’t know… What a pity!

Perhaps first man had been too needy

Of words, which can support at the time

When fortune leaves. Where consolation to find?

7. If single can’t man console oneself

Who may him help, when people sell…

The only song, or blank verse some, —

If wisdom is in the book, then all is fine.

8. This author thankworthy, give him good thanks!

In adversity he was living, – unhappy fate’s

When is not wise the book, that can help us, —

It’s only white sheet, of no help thus.

9. On the white sheet blank verse you’ll write.

Some day somebody will take in mind

Your thoughts, which can help them in life.

It is beyond sufferance, we said, but why?

10. In life all possibly! Must people say,

How much good is the book, showing the way.

Which kind you chose? In future look, —

Perhaps the best of all – the Bible Book?!