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We're sharp and we are ready,
All the faster.
In each word, in each glance, in each gesture —
Two sisters.
Unique and refined our taste is
And our words,
We from the old Damascus
Are two swords.
Out, threshing-floor and bread's burden
And the ox!
We — are stretched out in heaven
Two arrows!
On the world's market without sin
We're alone.
We — from William Shakespeare
Are two poems.
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Мы быстры и наготове,
Мы остры.
В каждом жесте, в каждом взгляде,
в каждом слове. —
Две сестры.
Своенравна наша ласка
И тонка,
Мы из старого Дамаска —
Два клинка.
Прочь, гумно и бремя хлеба,
И волы!
Мы — натянутые в небо
Две стрелы!
Мы одни на рынке мира
Без греха.
Мы — из Вильяма Шекспира
Два стиха.
«Some wait for joy, some seek ovations, / Some look for honours in the field, / Some yearn for mad gratification, / Some for reply to prayers appealed. While I — all visions false, mistaken, / Like bygone dreams fever-distressed, / I’ll trade now for the bliss of waking, / Oh dear fr...»
«I love you as the sea loves the sunrise, / As Narcissus loves the glimmer and the coldness of dreamy waters. / I love you as the stars love the crescent moon, / As the poem loves its creator inspired by fancy. / I love you like the flame that attracts the moth to its Death, from exhaustive l...»
«As in the day of first creation, / The azure skies are calm again, / As though the world knew not privation, / As though the heart knew naught of pain; / For love and fame my craving passes; / 'Mid silence of the fields at morn / I breathe, as breathe these very grasses... / O'er days ...»
«Quoth nature unto me in tones of stately scorning: / "Begone, and break not in upon my harmony! / I weary of thy tears; mar not with anguished mourning / The calm wherewith my azure nights encompass me. "All have I given thee, — life, youth and freedom given, / But thou in senseless feud...»