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THE sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest. And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night.(с)W.Blаке


Когда я ночью жду ее прихода,
Жизнь, кажется, висит на волоске.
Что почести, что юность, что свобода
Пред милой гостьей с дудочкой в руке.
И вот вошла. Откинув покрывало,
Внимательно взглянула на меня.
Ей говорю: «Ты ль Данту диктовала
Страницы Ада?» Отвечает: «Я!».(с)Ахматова


I’m only a cat,
and I stay in my place…
Up there on your chair,
on your bed or your face!
I’m only a cat,
and I don’t finick much…
I’m happy with cream
and anchovies and such!
I’m only a cat,
and we’ll get along fine…
As long as you know
I’m not yours… you’re all mine!
#tea #coffee #poetry


На голой ветке
Ворон сидит одиноко.
Осенний вечер.








I met you, and the bygone moments
Awakened in my fainted heart; 
The good old times, like golden omens, 
 Warmed up my soul, giving a start...   
 It's like in autumn, way belated,  
A day, or hour, comes to pass   When breath of spring comes, unexpected,  
And... something palpitates in us.    
And wholly filled with inspiration  
By all those hearty years and dates  
With long forgotten exultation  
I look at your amazing traits...   
Like after years of separation  
I stare at you, as if in dreams, -   And now...
I hear the augmentation 
Of never ending sounds, it seems.  
It's not just simple recollection,  
It's life that has begun to chat, -   The same old charm and admiration,  
The same old love deep in my heart! (с) Fyodor Tutchev

  




Слабость.
Владеет всем телом.
Жалость.
К себе надоела.
Малость.
Казалось осталось.
Терпеть остается, сжимая усталость.
Weakness.
Owns the whole body.
Sickness.
Already is tired.
Thought,
That soon will be end.
But I'm gonna try like hell.




Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow —

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

(c)Edgar Allan Poe☆




Witch witch, where do you fly?
Under the clouds and over the sky.

Witch, witch, what do you eat?
Little black apples from Hurricane Street.

Witch, witch, what do you drink?
Vinegar and good red ink.

Witch, witch, where do you sleep?
Up in the clouds where the pillows are cheap.




Stars little stars, you"re so high and so clear!
    What have you got in you, so fascinating?
    Stars, deep in thought, so discreet you appear,
    What is the power that makes you so tempting?
     
    Stars, little stars, you"re so dense and so solid!
    What is it that makes you so great and alluring?
    How can you,  heavenly  bodies, afford it:
    Stirring a thirst and desire for learning?
     
    Why, as you shine, are you  nice and inviting
    Into your wide open arms, on the instant?
    Pleasing the heart, so benign and enticing,
    Heavenly stars, so remote and so distant!
     
    1911-1912 Sergey Yesenin 




In alien lands devoutly clinging
To age-old rites of Russian earth,
I let a captive bird go winging
To greet the radiant spring's rebirth.

My heart grew lighter then: why mutter
Against God's providence, and rage,
When I was free to set aflutter
But one poor captive from his cage! A.Pushkin




I loved you, and that love, to die refusing,
May still - who knows! - be smouldering in my breast
Pray be not pained - believe me, of my choosing
I'd never have you troubled or distressed.
I loved you mutely, hopelessly and truly,
With shy yet fervent tenderness aglow;
Mine was a jealous passion and unruly...
May God grant that another'll love you so! А.Pushkin

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