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«Your chest is redolent,
Just like a rosemary trunk...
A most honorable lady...»
«My young honored one...»
«I'm dark, unrecognized, quiet...
With what shall I repay...»
From underneath the eyelids
Something, «With life!» did say.
In every chased-down stranger
We are serving Christ the Lord.
Mangles in mangled confusion
Handful of genuine pearls.
Pearls have been sprinkled — like tears!
Aiming with every eyelash,
He sees, while stranger picks up
Them, while fidgeting in ash.
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— Грудь Ваша благоуханна,
Как розмариновый ларчик…
Ясновельможна панна…
— Мой молодой господарчик…
— Чем заплачу за щедроты:
Тёмен, негромок, непризнан…
Из-под ресничного взлёту
Что-то ответило: — Жизнью!
В каждом пришельце гонимом
Пану мы Иезусу — служим…
Мнёт в замешательстве мнимом
Горсть неподдельных жемчужин.
Перлы рассыпались, — слёзы!
Каждой ресницей нацелясь,
Смотрит, как в прахе елозя,
Их подбирает пришелец.
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Марина. 1. Быть голубкой его орлиной!..
Марина. 2. Трём Самозванцам жена...
Марина. 3. Сердце, измена!..
Марина. 4. Грудь Ваша благоуханна...
«From rooftops, tears seeped into pipes / and to the river’s arm drew streaks, / while lips, suspended from the skies, / continued sucking on stone teats. The sky, relaxed, could now see clearly: / along the sea's resplendent channel, / the sweating cameleer drove wearily / The Neva’...»
«The violin was panicking, imploring / and suddenly burst into tears, / so child-like and pesky / that the drum couldn't stand it: / "All right, all right, all right!" / It got weary, couldn't wait till the violin finished, / slipped out onto the gleaming Kuznetsky / and took flight. / ...»
«The restaurant was rouge from the electricity. / Chairs were soaked with the flesh of the feminine heap. / When the insulted conductor rushed in and explicitly / commanded musicians to weep. And, right away, the trumpet — swinging — / smacked the sated muzzle with a handful of copper te...»
«The moon is emerging. / It going to be here / soon. / Now, it hangs in the air, full and stark. / That is probably God, / with a divine / silver spoon, / groping in the fish-soup of stars. »