Dec 28, 2016
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye. My love, you are in my heart. It was preordained we should part And be reunited by and by. Goodbye: no handshake to endure. Let’s have no sadness — furrowed brow. There’s nothing new in dying now Though living is no newer.
— The farewell poem of Russian poet Sergei Yesenin ( 21 September (3 October) 1895 – 28 December 1925) written in his own blood after he cut his wrists at age 30. He hanged himself from the ceiling of a Leningrad hotel room the following morning.