Gennady Shpalikov
- All people may be lost just once..., by Igor Skryagin
- People аrе lost just оnсе..., by unknown author
«Through macrocosm and scintillating orbs / I say the name of One Celestial Lover… / Not that I have been loving Her before, / But that I have been wearied by the others. And if the doubt exacts a heavy toll, / She is the One I’m begging for true guidance, / Not that She brings mor...»
«My friend, there’s joy and love, and all’s / Recurring in this ancient world, / Although not in our hearts, in others’. / But my dear mate, and you and me — / We’re only Beauty’s reverie, / We’re drops in the eternal chalice / Of timele...»
«You are a woman; you’re a book of books, / You are a scroll furled up upon impression; / Its lines replete with words and ruminations, / And every instant’s wild in its crooks. You are a woman, the witches brew creation, / Which sets on fire hardly reaching lips, / But fire-swallowers...»
«Muses, enough, cease your sobbing, / Pour out your grief into singing, / Sing about Dante soul-stirring, / Or play the flute, play with feeling. Move on, annoying faun deities, / Music is dead in your screaming! / Haven’t you learned only lately / Beatrice exited Eden. All white a...»