Елена Краснова - стихотворение «Друг МАРК перевел Елены Красновой 2 стиха!»

Here is a poem of yours recreated as a poem in English:
ПЕРЕВОД моих двух стихов от
МАРКА из г. Дублин - Ирландия

I am no poet, just a humble writer,
And verses never come to me on cue.
Forgive me if my rhymes are not much tighter—
They simply show my soul and all its view.

I write of what I see and what I ponder,
Of fleeting joys, of sorrows deep and true.
Yesenin’s lines can set my heart to wander,
While Pushkin’s rhyme stirs my spirit through.

Here is a literal translation:

I am not a poet, but only an amateur
And I do not write poems to order.
Do they have little rhyme? Forgive me,
They are the state of my soul.

I write about what I hear, what I see,
What I feel in my heart, what I am sad about.
I get drunk from Yesenin's poems,
I tremble from Pushkin's rhyme.
АВТОР - Елена Краснова!