The Sense Of Your Bidding (Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin Poems)
The sense of your bidding is unclear:to pray, to curse, is it, to fightyou bid me, inscrutable genius?The spring slackens, ...
The sense of your bidding is unclear:to pray, to curse, is it, to fightyou bid me, inscrutable genius?The spring slackens, ...
Through tannic steam I catch a glimpse of Fuji:Against a yellow sky volcanic goldA saucer narrows nature very strangely,In shallow ...
May dew and hazeI catch in taut canvases.Stuffed in a costrel tight,I'll take them home come light.Blissful constellations blazethe Zodiac ...
Sun, sun,divine Ra-Helios,you delightthe hearts of kings and heroes,sacred horses neigh to you,in Heliopolis they sing hymns to you;when you ...
Where will I find words to describe our stroll,The Chablis on ice, the toasted breadAnd the sweet agate of ripe ...
When someone says: 'Alexandria,'I see the white walls of a house,a small garden row of gillyflowers,an autumn evening's pale sunlightand ...
Ah, I am leaving Alexandriaand will not see it for a long time!I will see Cyprus, dear to the Goddess,I ...
I gather motley flowersAnd braid, braid a garland,Sharp spears fallAt your victorious feet.The sisters turn spindlesAnd spin, spin yarn.Wild hops ...
When someone says: "Alexandria,"I see the white walls of a house,a small garden row of gillyflowers,an autumn evening's pale sunlightand ...
I hug you, -Both the rainbow to the riverAnd the clouds flameIn God's hand.You laugh, - rain in the sun,The ...
We were four sisters, four sisters were we,All four of us loved, but had different "becauses:"One loved because father and ...
In the feathergrass steppeSources lie buried,The thirsty sun knowsLife isn't raspberries.In barren haymeadowsA child tarries,Walnut crosierOutstretched, gold-eyed,The bracing treasure,Slender, streams.They ...
My groom and friend came from afar.I kiss your feet!He drew his circle around me.I kiss your hands! Light seems to ...
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