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 In our regular column we
We are pleased to present to you
several great poems
our poet of our time, called -
showing yourself Dr.Yorick (who the hell knows,
who is this, but I think very much because
famous).In these poetic pro-
you can easily find out from the results
parodies of poetic style
lesser-known poets, the names of whom-
which you have known since childhood (co-
Of course, they are not familiar to me).  
                                
 Y.Y.Clozette,    
  
                                
                                
                                
 The fate of an onanist
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
                                
               Dr.Yorick, 1993  
                                
                                
          ОДА ВСЕМУ             
                                
Люблю тебя я больше жизни,      
Родная родина моя!              
Я стран других объездил много   
Но не встречал ещё такой!       
                                
Люблю тебя: твоиplains,       
Trees, pines, poplars,         
Hills, valleys and lowlands,         
Rapids, mountains and fields,         
                                
Steep mountain slopes,          
Forests, sheaves, thick rye,       
Your ravines and peaks,          
Your seas, louse!         
                                
Streams, lakes, rivers, puddles,       
Rains, and summer, and spring,         
And autumn, and, of course, winter -     
Whatever is possible - I love everything!   
                                
And I love it quite a lot...
And what is not allowed, I don’t like!      
Loving is a simple science,        
It's tough for anyone.But what do I love most?   
I love listening to silence         
Take a nap in a pile of damp hay, 
Looking at the stars and the moon...      
                                
Moon...So much in this sound!..
Oh, this seems like plagiarism...      
So. What am I talking about? About sunset      
I didn't have time to tell you!      
                                
Sunset, guys, it's cool!     
Like shocks of scarlet arrows      
They fly to all seas and rivers,       
Valleys, mountains and forests...          
                                
So how? Good comparison?      
I completely amazed you with it!        
But somehow the rhyme doesn’t come out...   
To hell with it!        
                                
Why does a poet need rhyme at all?       
The less rhyme, the more poet      
Greater!.. Ah, damn it! Distracted!   
What else do I love?           
                                
I won't talk about sex,    
Although I love him too:             
Knock up the milkmaid Klava,        
Crush the old lady on the stove...      
                                
I have learned a lot in this life:    
Knowed a cow and a goat...         
But maybe it’s better, my reader, 
Will I tell you about nature?           
                                
I love hail when it's strong   
Half a day is pounding on the head...      
Well, however, I don't like it... 
But I still love hail!      
                                
I have another weakness:         
I love clouds, brothers!        
And atmospheric cumulus           
And airbrush...            
                                
 Dr. Yorick, 1996  
                                
                                
 NIGHT ON BBC           
                                
No fire. In the deep darkness       
The city sleeps soundly.         
Only single user            
Disk drives squeak...          
                                
 Dr. Yorick, 1997