http://www.stihi.ru/2003/04/12-738
My boredom is satisfied, indeed.
So is, in fact, my great appreciation
Of eloquent and artful English verse
Whose purpose, though noble, remains at odds
With lowest common sort of John Q. Public,
Or, say, Ivan... Or, say, your humble servant.
My Virgil in this pre-Jurassic park
Of poets dead for geologic eras,
You've taken me too far to grimy depth.
In fire and brimstone, senses dulled,
I pray you should not prey on rare species
Of those few who willfullly acknowledge
Those fewer still that know their trade.
Rejoice, the scholar, you have made your grade!