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# Leonid Gubanov's poem about pencils, tears and a breakfast on the grass
- URL: https://theparnassian.com/en/gospodi/
- Published: 2026-02-11T05:30:00.000Z
- Updated: 2026-10-02T18:47:48.000Z
- Author: Alexandr Radayev
- Tags: Books

Lord! Finish off  
the tears from our soul,  
the soft pencils  
sleep in their little white shirts.  
Tomorrow I shall take their heads off  
with a sharp razor.  
They will tell me: draw  
that breakfast on the grass.  
My golden one will become  
taller than the others,  
for the repose of the sun  
the greenery runs to the graveyard.  
My boys,  
you owe the dawn your quitrent,  
white cranes  
honed with a red knife

*Literal translation*

**Leonid Gubanov**