Despite our hearts still correlate
I will not ever be your bound,
From you recede, I’m like a glade
That from a night porch recoils around.
Oh, women’s ways have dreadful lot!
The last melodiousness of nature
Transfigured on the seasons’ road
Keeps sorrowful fate of this kind venture.
Пусть даже смешаны сердца,
Твоей границей я не стану,
И от тебя как от крыльца
Отпрянувшая в ночь поляна.
О, жутко женщиной идти!
И знает этих шествий участь
Преображенная в пути
Земли последняя певучесть.
«You'll surely come. So why wait anymore? / I'm waiting for you. I am through. / My light is out. My doors are open for / The simple wonder that is you. / So take whatever guise might strike your fancy: / Blast chemical weapons through my room, / Come quiet as the nightstick of a gangster...»
«But his wife looked back from behind him, and she became a pillar of salt. / Genesis 19:26 The righteous man then trailed Jehovah's guide, / Hulking and bright, across a ridge of black, / But in his wife a keening anguish cried: / “It's not too late for you. You can look back upon your S...»
«There are three periods of memory. / The first of them is like a yesterday, / The soul basks in the blessings of their vault, / The body takes its glory in their shade. / Laughter has not yet passed away, tears gush, / The blot is not yet bleached out of the desk, / The kiss, like a hear...»
«Today, as I see, you're especially wistful, my love. / Your hands are especially slim / while embracing your knees. / O, listen! In far away, far away lands, / by lake Chad / there wanders a gorgeous giraffe. His skin in embroidered with a fairy miraculous weave. / Who'd dare to come an...»