Unquenchable thirst of love…
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Unquenchable thirst of love…
Sonnet 152
My eyes! What's for your roaring crying?!Why so much salt humidity in you?!You didn't pass Butyrka, Gulags too…Who is your punisher, who is defying?!Oh, heart! Where do you rush tantivy?By strike of sword it's felt such pain!What kind of blood turns red… on paper's stain?– Where is this dawdler doctor?! Hurry, do actively!And why is my brain now so inflamed?What woe does bother his poor mind?His mind just cannot bear it, it's bind.Like Hamlet I'm, by madness, tamed!How can I overthrow tyranny power?!That's what you've done to me – the fervor…Sonnet 153
End of the battle, the fighting roar faded:The last redoubts are yield to enemy —Within some minutes everything was destined —The scalade was so rampant and so dashing!The hero fought with courage of the threeAnd being captured tried to break the tether:His veins were swollen of such efforts! —Such metaphors're tremendous as can be.That's the result: defeated and so mean,He was much calmer, than a little lamb:Inside his nostrils they put ringsHe went so humble behind them.That one's insane, who once confronted feelingsI gave my all to you, no armour concealing…Sonnet 155
The frantic flame was burning downAnd fire tumbled as if in rage.And not so less was all its power:Each moment made it fade away.As if a hungry wolf, it used to tearAll that it could get into its jaw,And all was turning into smokeWith which the soul was seared…Thus, everything burned down to ashes:And there was left only some embers —A gulp of water in the thimble:Though ashes still so slightly glimmered…I poked it – and it suddenly appeared:The passion's burnt, but love is hereSonnet 185
And poetry, and nature, and truelove… —I have divided between you the year.Look: all the words are feminine here:For still with women I'm in love!I'm serving them gratuitously:I don't expect awards and othernessThough, race female is such an abyss!I'm ready sink into it happily:To plunge in love, as to the pool, and thenTo reach the shining, highest peaksAnd languish with the timeless thirst…This is the real lot for men!No other greater thing! I've be won:The rank «enamored» the highest one!The love itself's invited as a witness
Sonnet 213
As witness love itself I call,And I devote all thoughts to her alone,I feel it in my heart and bones,I live in world only her all!Afloat she'll keep me,The time I sink into her arms,The time I step on the abyss's edge for harmsWhen live in vain and ditch my soul too dreamy…I'll blissfully exchange for moment's love,Those vain desires a ridiculous crowdAnd to her knees ardently bowed,And kissing her, and foot above…As witness love itself I call,I live in world only her all!Sonnet 214
To go out dry of water:It is not possible to play:You have to pay for all this anywayBut you can't count the moves in advance like author.What's at the door? – Touch it, come in!There someone's waiting, waiting, will not wait!There happiness like bird is beating in the grate!Just go away, away… – that voice's whispering.Should you have something or shouldn't worry?For possession itas loss, which you can see…So are you ready pay such fee?! —To mad and dare you're to hurry!Let for love reward the pain of separation:For moment's love, I'll take all tribulations!Sonnet 226
Neither sparkle's jewels' glows:Emerald, brilliant and sapphire;Nor masters' diligent labor in fire,Weaving miracle clothes;Or neither oil of all sorts' rubbing,Which gives the tenderness to skin;No couturier's famous work must be,Nor hairdressers' tryings;Nor bathing in the pink bathtubAmong the petals carnations' and roses'And neither spirits any narcosis,Nor brow's being arched and dub —Do not multiply so fascinatingLike look that's Love's pacification!Sonnet 228
Everything that a child asks for, being shoveling,For what the coquette gives feigning game,And anything to have for someone is not shameThat's suddenly and rashly costs propelling,What's just a whim for man's being rich,And any vain and absurd whim,And any shameful sinful seem(For what it's must to spend for doctor's speech),Any desires, furious agility, it means,And career, deal, success and treason —Everything on earth has its price and reason:For money you can buy all things…But nightingales don't sing for money:And you can't buy true love's the moment honey!Sonnet 230
The passion's madness can obscure mind,And him, be joking, taking on the muzzle-sight:But passion had a mind trapped through all the days and nights,The passion in the mind you cannot find!So putting people into frantic temptation,And passion's life mindlessly spends for small miteAnd tears flow down the pillow during midnightIn mad thirst for passionate ecstasy's ocean…Love, like a precious vase,Keeps divine drink itself:Mind doesn't tolerate from love to loss oneself,It just goes back to the highest phase!And love and passion always bound:Without love, the passion is a misfortune you can found…Sonnet 231
Languishing, willing and be getting crazy,To lose your mind from your mad passionAnd gasping madly from happiness flashing:I have the feelings' prison for all the freedoms more amazing!Love ramblings and frenzy of passion —Is my home in the middle of the storm, bad weather…But passion subdues all by cruel power whether:You do not dare to argue back to her expression…And what's the dignity and scepter of the king to her!He boasts on her in vain with power:She shamelessly on him naked shoulderHe's grieving, groans in the passion's throes and fears…But power of passion is short and vicious:Just power of love is forever empowered and vitious!Sonnet 232
So over years, wine has aged in barrelAnd it gets taste which is unique.And time drafts race indelible like creak:Not possible to blot out mortals there.That time your youth can blush your cheeks —It gives our life indomitable heat.But what about brilliance of the mind, which gives maturity in meet,She cannot find, alas, or seek.For pawn, the path is always winding into queens.A priceless diamond – stone without cut.But ages from the canvas don't erase the paint and do not shut:A hundred years old stagnant masterpiece!Over the years, feelings get maturity:Except of traits of love – there's nothing in the world more perfect and saturity!Sonnet 235
Oh, take pity, passion, take off me the spell!Oh, no, extend, extend your captivity!Days and nights at knees in front of your superiority:I barely breathe; the world became as narrow as the cell…And I conclude an eternity in my arms:An ordinary mortal – trample on ashes!Losing my mind, calm and got no wishes:And what will happen – I won't hear alarms!I live a moment, dissolving in it,I shiver in chill and feel the heatAnd, like a madman, I believe a mirage,But I don't even dare to lie with a sigh!And by every word to the feeling pilgrimage:And all who love – is for me nigh…Sonnet 251
Night mist: how it wakes wishes,How incites passion in the chest! —Come to my earnest embrace:After all, thirsty lips are for passion flashes!Hurry aside impediment of costume —By bareness my body cool!О mind, do not judge the flesh as fool:She is weak, her deeds are sinful, I presume.And yet, where, hypocrite, you see a sin? —After all, this touches everyone's skin,The Lord gave us, telling us to love each other,And we are serving Him with my beloved…So why sensual blizzard is going further,Just a reason to be reproved?Sonnet 252
Oh, how smartly you lure in the net,What are you drawing – a fairy mirage:Cheat-passion, I am your court page,I'm docile, as children are obedient.After all, it is you who dictate these words,Again driving me into heat and rage,And you give the carriage to the porchSo that I forget with you everything in the universe…You torment with thirst soul, sight, hearing! —Because of you, I'm like a madman…Burn me again in your armsSo I almost give up the spirit!But the body's separated from the flesh,And you will die… to be reborn afresh…Sonnet 253
Imagination – you have forwardness:You are for her, as logs for a fire!You awaken languor and reverieAnd claiming the power of voluptuousness.You make the eye shameless pilfer,Again to hunger and thirst gratification.You plunge a poor mind into obsession,Where for nothing he risks to disappear!Line fluidity – bend, camberAnd nudity: a rag of teasing cloth…Imagination – sensuality handsA moan and a sob are uttered from my kisser:In them, and the beginning of passion and denouement…But the forbidden fruit is always the sweetest!Sonnet 266
And your body pattern, so glamorous,Of fateful temptation comprised…I was carried away to the abyssBy your look that was so undisguised… —And then my blood get into a tantrumSo grateful to lips' gentle muggingAnd you were so mercilessly baredI uncovered my soul, so you dared…So artful was your hands caressing!And bodies clung to each other! —You made me insane, just in passing,And like a night bird, you flew out…And flying for you has no purpose,But I rave again loveliness.Sonnet 267
I keep on live in some awaitingOf sunset, midnight, and the dawn,Of the appearance of new song,And I'm delirious in waking…I feel the grass under my feet,And guess I can trample on Lethe,And find all answers, solve all matters…In some awaiting still I liveOf luck, discoveries and happiness… —What's time – the doctor or a headsman?!But anyway I'll argue with itAs snowstorm in March is defied by swallow,Just like the hope defies the grief:Just once again, love, set me time to follow!Sonnet 139
Life is like puzzle, bright and queer:Like carnival with no end!Sometimes I used to dance unwearyingSometimes was staggering my gate.But in the fit of the despair:When, probably, the game was lost,The life's sacred rite I still adheredAnd pain seemed sweet, and so it was!The loving fever – ardent flameWas burning me and burns me still:How strong was love and suffering!So recklessly I felt in love again!As a page so humble I serve my Love:Ascend its heights so above…The language of love…
Sonnet 22
The autumn evening washed off paints being coloredIn a transparent window's mirrorAnd we were made our empty masks to zero:The soul was naked discovered…But if it all is tritely prettyWhat is passion, sayAre lips' desired mystery essentialityWhat are hands' warm and power, dear anywayAnd this attraction's magic,And eyes' Inviting lights,First moment of convergence is so fragile?! —Hurry, come to me to finite!Love will open arms for us:Try on the dress of honey thus!Sonnet 31
I can't compound these «You» and «you»:To say to You just «you» I do not dare again,And if I say, that moment I will rue —How did I dare!? How could I answer back You then?!You are on pedestal for me all timeI see you as a woman on the Earth upbeat…You were hugging me today and that's not crime,And you were giving me your feelings heat!That's I'm bewitched by You, I guessAnd that was you who did awake my passion…And I'm commanded by your power too much passing,My tenderness to you owns just my words.Whatever my impudent tongue will say:I used to call you – «You» – only such way!Sonnet 32
Is it reality or it's just dreaming,That you are mine for now?How couldn't I fall in love with you be beaming?!How could I live, was knocking on another door, just how?!Affectionateness, languor are passion's madnessAt once they dragged me into swirl:I yield your power of love, thus I have no successes,As pilgrim, I'm at your gate, so well…Be seeking to the holy Mecca, went to you:In the desert of feelings I raved for you, the power…The gift of love is given just to me as man as due:Let drop your shrines this hour —Let thirst me quench of love:I cannot live without it for now!Sonnet 34
Let's listen to each other —You whispered quietly to me at night…Your words, being in my soul, are gather:Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
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