A keresés eredménye

The enchanted grotto

The life will pass, a dream will not
I am in love – a happy plot.
The life will pass but not a myth
I’m a poet - I have no grief.
The world is stuffy, my soul is fresh
I’m a happy camper in the flesh.
 

I Don't Know The Sapience

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I don't know the sapience that suits others' course,
Only fleeting impulses I put in my verse.
I see worlds in every one of my fleeting dreams,
They are full of volatile playful rainbow streams.
 
Don't accurse me, sapients. I'm not your concern.
For I'm just a little cloud, full of fiery burn.
I am just a little cloud. See: I drift from view.
And I call the dreamers up... No, I don't call you!
 
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I Don't Know The Sapience

I don't know the sapience that suits others' course,
Only fleeting impulses I put in my verse.
I see worlds in every one of my fleeting dreams,
They are full of volatile playful rainbow streams.
 
Don't accurse me, sapients. I'm not your concern.
For I'm just a little cloud, full of fiery burn.
I am just a little cloud. See: I drift from view.
And I call the dreamers up... No, I don't call you!
 
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The Parting

The parting - sad estrangement,
The pain of strange land toil,
For no one loves a vagrant
Except the mother-soil.
- The vagrant song.
 
There are the folks who're destined to be vagrants:
A stranger always, everywhere I go.
I'm driven by erratic dream engagements,
Mercurial like a running water flow.
 
The cities flash before my eyes, depart
Along with towns and boroughs full of anguish.
But I have never met, oh, dear heart,
My own anticipation, doomed to languish.
 
Estrangement! Wake of someone else's boat!
The urge of waves to those unlike the others.
Yes, I'm a vagrant, trampling fields like goat.
 
And, tired of repeating things all over,
I'm dropping to the ground and crying. My Lord!
For no one loves me like the wet soil coat!
 
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Just You I Desire, My Blessing...

Just you I desire, my blessing,
My beauty, this Earth never knew!
My sun in the darkness distressing,
For my burning heart you are dew!
 
Inspired by my love to you, I
Shall scramble to fight fate anew.
Like spica half-scorched by the lightning,
I'll bow into dust before you.
 
For ecstasy never acquitted,
I'll pay with my life for miscue!
And even if crime I've committed -
I want only you!
 
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It Is Hard For A Fairy

'Fairy,' the lilacs have whispered,
'Fairy' was plea of a bird.
'Fairy,' may-lilies insisted,
Whispered through shadows, eyes blurred.
 
'Fairy,' with emerald glare
Uttered the grass blade undone.
'It is so hard!' sighed the fairy,
'I have to love everyone.'
 
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Ad Infinitum

In the church all stays as always.
Sways of censers can be heard.
'I was joking, take my word.
Did you love or fall in mad craze?'
 
Candles' flicker's dim and tame,
Lights're reflecting from the icons.
All folks want to light a candle
From another candle flame.
 
In the church it'll stay as always.
Peal of censers can be heard.
'Ah, unfaithful! You have joked.
Woe to me! I really loved you.'
 
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Death

Sonnet
 
Grim-visaged specter, demon, mighty spirit,
The lord of every realm and every age,
There ain't a day when you didn't take your reaping,
There ain't a fight that you would lose in rage.
 
To sleepless eyes you grant eternal slumber,
To abject souls, condemned to torment, pained,
You whisper in the dusty cell as wild wind
And grant the light to souls, by darkness strained.
 
To all you bring your gift of deep sedation,
You even grant it to all those vain souls
That're full of daring doubts and trepidation.
 
To you, my lord, the spirit of damnation,
From evil depths my cry comes through, extols:
I'm waiting. Come. I crave reconciliation!
 
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Feather Grass

To I.A. Bunin
 
Like a dying ghost, tall feather grass
In the open steppe swings quietly,
Fading crescent looks in stern impasse,
From white cloud darkens silently.
 
Murky shadows roam, keep wandering
Through the steppe expanse without end,
Fragile, momentary, pondering,
Whisper something to the avid wind.
 
And the shimmer, flashing ghostly lights,
Disappears in the foggy gloom,
And the past that drowned in frosty nights
Rises over graves as groggy plume.
 
Golden crescent darkens, dithering,
Burning down and melting in the skies,
And the feather grass sways, shivering,
Like a dying ghost, it swings and sighs.
 
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The Mermaid

If you can, understand. If you want, take my hand.
You alone I have liked among men of this land.
Before you I was cold, I was pallid, all told.
I'm from deep, quiet bottom, too dark to behold.
 
Take a pause. The young moon will light up for us soon.
Can you see it? Behold the bright light of young moon!
Sighs of blue gloom're the sign. Kiss me now! Are you mine?
Kiss me here, everywhere. Just with you I feel fine!
 
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A Seagull

Lonely seagull, gray seagull with mournful cries rushes with urgency
Over fathomless cold sea abyss.
Tell me where did you come from? What for? What is your grave emergency?
Your complaint's full of anguish, why's this?
 
Endless sea expanse roars. Hostile sky is so gloomy and threatening.
Gray sea foam started curling on crest of a wave.
Northern gale wind laments, and the seagul is crying: insane offspring,
Homeless seagull from distant land, weeping in rave.
 
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I Hate The Roar Of Giant Cities...

I hate the roar of giant cities, neighborhoods,
I am repulsed by crowd commotion,
My spirit lives in depths of woods,
Where in secluded calm devotion
I hark to music of unseen sweet voices' moods,
Where clock's relentless run deludes,
Yet won't disturb wild exaltation,
Where's sweet to be amid the woods
And from oblivion spring drink sweet bitter potion.
 
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Both Love And Joy Exist, My Friend...

Both love and joy exist, my friend,
All that will happen to no end,
Although in other hearts, not ours.
But, dear mate, both you and I
Are just day-dreams of Beauty cry,
Just drops in timeless grails of flowers
That never cease to blossom, no!
In never dying gardens' row.
 
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To The Queen Of Fays

Oh, the queen of fair fays,
Flying on her magic powers
Over orchid garden daze,
Over fresh white lily flowers!
 
When you fly above the lake,
Water lilies start to blossom,
And the tender grasses wake,
Sparkling with dew diamonds awesome.
 
You leave traces everywhere,
And your footsteps shine with luster,
Asphodel and tulip pair
Blossoms in your wake with bluster.
 
Fly through troubled human soul,
The most powerful of fairies.
Let clove-gillies sigh. Extol
Blooming flame that your soul carries.
 
Oh, the queen of fair fays,
We are slaves of vain endeavors,
We don't see the orchid blaze,
We don't know white lilies' favors.
 
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From Nothing God Created Earth...

From nothing God created Earth.
An artist, learn from Him, His dearth, -
And if your talent is a sand grain,
Produce a miracle with it,
Grow endless forests with your wit,
And like a fairy bird through hard rain
Soar high to heavens brightly lit,
Where free heat lightning glows without rein,
Where timeless flow of cloudy tides
Runs through light blue abyss divides.
 
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Like The Night

She came to me, she was as silent as the night,
Like night she looked at me with her eyes like field violets,
Like night where timid dew reflected starry islets,
She came to me, exactly same in her own right,
As tranquil darkness, as the dreamy silken night.
 
Her single look has pierced deep into inner stratum,
Where in mute looking glass my other self resides,
And I am like her face, she's like my shadow side,
We stare in silence into depth that we can't fathom,
That burns as starry, bottomless, and mystic chasm.
 
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The Flame

No. Leave me now, forsake. Don't call me to delight.
To love? - To kill with love - that's love's grace and its height.
One instant I'm in love - the next I go away.
With me there was a day - the night falls when I stray.
 
I don't love you. I feel remorse for baning you.
Escape, while you still can live with no love in you.
I'll be a millstone weight for child-like joints - a quern.
To shine, to warm? Let go! For I can only burn.
 
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The Native Scene

Flocks of birds. A roadway ribbon.
Wattle fence that's fallen down.
From the sky in thick fog hidden
Bleary day looks with a frown.
 
Row of birch-trees, dismal no-show
Of a roadside lighting pole.
As if under weight of sorrow
Hut has rocked on ground sole.
 
Semi-light and semi-twilight, -
And you're dying to escape,
Endless sadness of your limelight
Tramples on your soul's landscape.
 
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Too Late

It was late in thoughts we're wielding.
Midnight sang from distant towers.
And dark dream of somber buildings
Held arcane and dreadful powers.
 
It was painfully insulting.
Starless sky expanse was ice cold.
It was obvious and daunting:
It's too late to love for us all.
 
We have failed to grasp the onset
Of our dreams and our chant songs.
And the consonance has ended
With no blissful frenzy and throngs.
 
On the gloomy streets, where snow blinds,
It was frosty, lame for new mate.
Midnight bell chime rang in slow minds,
It was too late, too late, too late.
 
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Who?

Who will shake the veil of deathly silence,
Who will come to open up my eyes?
I'm not dead yet. No. Alive and pining,
I am listening to stormy skies.
 
Fierce tempest twisted like wild fire,
Started spinning like the flaming rain.
Who commands the dark charms to expire?
Who will tell me: Wake up, rise, and reign?
 
Realizing that the rage burned out,
I won't be a stranger to the world.
I shall rise from grave - amazed, no doubt,
Just to walk on native lea rig pearled.
 
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The Vales Of Dreams

I'll go to vales of dreams,
Bent flowers grow within,
The moon falls down, it seems,
From chasmic heights therein.
 
It's falling down askew -
Yet fails to reach the land.
In wild dream vales anew
Thick dope blooms, high and grand.
 
A strange string plays, it seems,
Without bows it glides,
My mind's in vales of dreams,
Amid the shoreless tides.
 
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Autumn (Look How Cowberry Ripens...)

Look how cowberry ripens,
Summer days became colder,
From a bird cry in silence
My heart's sorrow grew bolder.
 
Flocks of black birds are flying
Far away, beyond blue seas.
Look how all trees are shining
In the rainbow dress through breeze.
 
The sun laughs less, forsaken,
Flowers lost their spring scent.
Autumn will soon awaken
And will cry half-asleep yet.
 
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Broken Lines

Broken lines, sharp corner turns everywhere loom.
Yes, we're here - we hide in dark kingdom of the doom.
 
Yet one day we shall come out from the sullen dens,
We shall dress in festive clothes, shall join our friends.
 
We shall glance and capture you, shall cast in our dreams.
We shall show you novelty: fresh hell to extremes.
 
Wait a bit, the elderly, who have always known
Only two gigantic swings, only yes and no.
 
Revelation will befall, realm of doom will flash.
Morning breathes in purple haze... Eagles scream and lash!
 
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I Don't Love Her - Not Anymore...

I don't love her - never, no more!
Although, without love, heart will die.
I don't love her - not anymore, -
Now death is the name of my life.
 
I'm tempest, I'm night, I'm abyss,
I ruin those whom I embrace.
Oh, joy of my liberty!.. Hence!
My love for you's gone without trace!
 
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