Goodbye my friend, goodbye
Farewell, my good friend, farewell.
In my heart, forever, you’ll stay.
May the fated parting foretell
That again we’ll meet up someday.
Let no words, no handshakes ensue,
No saddened brows in remorse, –
To die, in this life, is not new,
And living’s no newer, of course.
Sergei Yesenin, aged 30, committed suicide by hanging himself in his hotel room. His last poem, was mailed to a friend the day before, and according to him, was finished using his own blood as he had ran out of ink.
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