Everyone has his special magic words,
And on the surface they mean nothing,
But when they are recalled, they flash and slip right by
And yet our heart begins to laugh and cry.
I don't like to repeat them, for I guard
Them from myself, forgetting them on purpose.
But I will meet them on the other shore,
For they are written on the gates of Heaven.
У каждого свои волшебные слова.
Они как будто ничего не значат,
Но вспомнятся, скользнут, мелькнут едва,
И сердце засмеется и заплачет.
Я повторять их не люблю; я берегу
Их от себя, нарочно забывая.
Они мне встретятся на новом берегу:
Они написаны на двери Рая.
«Dethroned, to my substance-bound trap / I nose-dived, a higher will's transgressor. / A beam of joy decays to pain no lesser / Refracted by the nature's carnal sap. All winds a-nest a rose in my lap. / But every tone suffers its suppressor / In every beat — so should I still confess for...»
«Busy day turns into evening, / Glowing coal is lit. / City streets gusted with stifling, / Rowdy bodily heat. Smooth as a song, off the ground, / Far away, out of sight / Counterforts pencil out / Into the lightways of night. Into blue arches' embraces, / Into star diamond dust / G...»
«O violet storms, O lightning throws, / You are a shade of diamond white! / Two stars of amethyst - two Roses / Shine from the empyrean height. May crimson fire of blood be fierce, / May rubies glow at grapevine yards; / I pray to violet rays that pierce / The two eternal Roses' hearts. ...»
«The cathedral's dimming. Twilight settles. / Stone walls are tinted gray and mauve. / Stained-glass windows fade like withered petals / In the refuge of the Gothic cove. Fabrics made of scintillation waning, / Veil of souls living their loss; / Ruby of the wine revealed in Cana, / Red o...»