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A Maiden Sang In The Church Choir

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A maiden sang in a church choir,
Of all the weary in far off lands,
Of all those ships that had gone to sea,
Of all of those, they had forgotten their joy.
 
Her voice soared upward, it wheeled up into the vault,
And a beam of light shone upon her fair shoulder,
And each member, from the shadows looked up and listened,
As her white dress cried out in the light.
 
And to everyone it appeared that exuberance would return,
That all the ships would find tranquil waters,
That those weary people of far off lands
Would be blessed with joyous lives for themselves.
 
And her voice was sweet, and the the light's ray was fine,
And it appeared on high, by the altar gates,
The communion of mysteries - a child wept
Meaning, that none would come back again.
 

So slowly wanes away another autumn day

So slowly wanes away another autumn day,
So slowly whirls t’ward the ground a lonely yellow leaf,
The day is clear and fresh, the air is cool and crisp -
The soul would not escape the invisible decay.
 
Thus, every single day she grows older yet.
And every year she twirls just like a yellow leaf,
But still, naively so, she harbors this belief
That autumn of last years was not so drearily sad.
 

Muse in the gown of spring

Muse in the gown of spring once knocked on a young poet’s door,
Under the cover of night, she was muzzily whispering something

So, I lived not loving you

So, I lived not loving you,
Maybe I will break my vows,-
Yet, you stir me, my heart bows
When you appear in my view!
 
Oh, dear faraway fingers!
In dull existence of mine
Your lovely charms I still find
Even though space is between us!
 
And in my sad lonely place,
Empty and so uninviting,
In my dark dreams, ever haunting,
I see that forsaken old house.
 
I dream of old moments forever,
I dream of those years, fleeting, old...
Seems that my thoughts will behold
You in them ever and ever!
 
Whoever asks - won’t exchange
For empty meaningless fondness
My hopelessness that is endless -
So I get silent, estranged.
 

Clouds Drift Lazily and Sorely

Clouds drift lazily and sorely
In the azure heat of the heavens.
My path is long and uneasy
In the motionless anguish of woods.
 
My horse is so tired, snorts under me,
Sometime-ago shelter dear to me?
And there, far away, in the thicket of forest
A trace of a sung song wind carries.
 
It seems if the voice was silent,
It would be difficult to breathe,
And horse, snorting, would fall to the ground,
And I would be unable to ride!
 
Clouds drift lazily and sorely
In the azure heat of the heavens.
My path is long and uneasy
In the motionless anguish of woods.
 
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Oh, how I madly want to live...

Oh, how I madly want to live:
To make all things immortal, dateless,
Give human form to all things faceless,
To incarnate the inactive!
 
Let life's most heavy dream now smother,
And may I be choked in this sleep -
And yet, perhaps, a simple brother
Will in the future say of me:
 
Forgive his gloom - for really, could it
Be his drive, for no soul to see?
He's but a child of light and goodness,
He's but a feat of all things free!
 

Ancient roses...

Ancient roses
I'm carrying, alone,
Into the frost and snow,
And long is my road.
On the same path,
With a sword on the shoulder,
He is walking behind
In a misty raincoat.
He is walking and he knows,
That snow is bearing my step,
That over there no more glows
The last sunset,
That I'll never be free
All night long,
That no more freedom
Will follow, it's gone.
And where, belated,
I can sleep, rest my soul?
Only the roses falling
On melted snow.
My yearning is deadly,
I can't help, though,.
He will trample the roses
Aimlessly into the snow.
 

She was fifteen. But with her heartbeat...

She was fifteen. But with her heartbeat -
She could have been my bride.
When I proposed to her laughing
She laughed and went away.
 
It was long ago. Since then
Unknown years and times have been passing.
Our meetings were rare and talks were short
But our silence was so deep.
 
And being faithful to my dream,
On one winter night I left crowded and bright halls,
Where choky masks were smiling to the songs,
Where I was gazing after her.
 
And she left right after me obediently,
She didn't know what would come in a moment.
And black city night only saw
How bride and groom passed by and disappeared.
 
And we met in a church - in silence
On a frosty sunny beautiful day:
We understood that years of silence were clear
And that it was sent to us from above.
 
This story of long blessed searchings
Fills my suffocating singing chest.
I made a building out of these songs,
And other songs are yet to be sung one day.
 

Surmise And Wait. In Midnight Darkness...

Surmise and wait. In midnight darkness
In your front window, dear friend,
Defiant eyes will glow with sparkles,
And secret door knock will portend.
 
And someone, blowing out the lantern,
Like kindred Spirit, hiding face,
In hope of brief unreal encounter
Steps on your porch with quiet grace.
 
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Hour-Hand Of Old Clock Is Approaching Midnight...

Hour-hand of old clock is approaching midnight.
As a light wave, candles have been roused within sight.
As a dark wave, my thoughts have been roused too frequent.
Happy New Year, my heart! I love you in secret,
These obscure evenings, and the lifeless mute streets,
I love you in secret, sullen shadow soulmate
Of the vicious boyhood, of the life that's faded.
 
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We Were Together, I Recall...

We were together, I recall...
The night was anxious, harp sang of thee...
In those days you were mine, my doll,
With every moment grew more lovely...
 
Through quiet murmur of the rills,
Through smile, mysterious and childish,
The lips were asking for a kiss,
Harp sounds asked to follow heart wish...
 
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In The White Night - Crimson Crescent...

In the white night - crimson crescent's
Coming out in the blue.
Roams in ghostly-splendid essence,
Looks in Neva stream askew.
 
Secret thoughts' fulfillment beckons,
I can see it in my sleep.
Does Good hide in you, I reckon,
Crimson crescent, quiet weep?..
 
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Secret Symbols Burn Brighter For Hours...

Secret symbols burn brighter for hours
On a solid and wakeless brick wall.
Golden red heads of wild poppy flowers
Weigh upon me when night dreams befall.
 
I take cover in night caves in fears,
And I don't recall hard-faced surprise.
At the dawn - dreadful azure chimeras
Look at me in bright mirror of skies.
 
I am running away to past moments,
In dead fear I'm closing my eyes,
On cold pages of book of atonement
Golden tress of a virgin maid lies.
 
The sky dome over me's getting lower,
A black dream weighs upon my tight chest.
Preordained end of my life gets closer,
War and fire ahead line abreast.
 
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