I do not want to live my life, like all, Living like squirrels in a hamster wheel, Walking around in circles, being slaves, Afraid of storm and of the ocean waves. I want to live uplifted like an eagle; I want to live conceited like a Creole; Smashing, threatening barriers, sliding by Between the two "forbidden"'s intertwined. I want to live, a wise and brilliant man Of all his peers a century ahead And yet in other measures, to exist A fifty years behind my time at least. I want to live, as it behooves to live To him who knows to conjure and conceive New notes from ancient ones and from the past - I want to live the way life lives, at last! By Igor Severyanin Translated by Ilya Shambat https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat
Too complicated in word and message for poetic form. It becomes Work instead of Art and thus loses its intent.
