Yes, I am charming.
This phantom shape,
this velvet shimmer —
merely two wings.
Where do I come from?
Where am I off to?
Here on a frail flower
for a breath I pause.
Free and fickle,
how long will I linger?
I lift my wings — so! —
and flit away.
Ты прав. Одним воздушным очертаньем
Я так мила.
Весь бархат мой с его живым миганьем —
Лишь два крыла.
Не спрашивай: откуда появилась?
Куда спешу?
Здесь на цветок я легкий опустилась
И вот — дышу.
Надолго ли, без цели, без усилья,
Дышать хочу?
Вот-вот сейчас, сверкнув, раскину крылья
И улечу.
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