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Šeštasis jausmas

Шестое чувство

Meilusis vynas mumyse puikus
Ir duona, kuri krosnyje garuoja,
Ir moteris, kurią, visus sunkius
Išbandymus atlaikę, mes myluojam.

Bet ką gi veikt su rožine aušra
Virš debesų sniegynų sidabrinių,
Ten, kur ramybė ir tyla tyra,
Ką veikti mums su nemirtingais rimais.

Nei valgyt juos, nei gert, nei bučiniais
Nubert. Akimirkos prabėga greitos,
Ir grąžome rankas mes, bet seniai
Mums įsakyta vėl prošal praeiti.

Kaip vaikas, kurs pamiršęs žaidimus
Nuogų merginų būrį stebi upėj
Ir, nežinodamas apie jausmus,
Kankinasi, slaptų geismų prikupęs.

Kaip kažkada asiūklių tankmėje
Riaumodavo gleivėtas sutvėrimas
Bejėgiškai jaučiąs, kad kuproje
Sparnų užuomazgos jau kaltis ima, —

Taip amžių amžiais — Viešpatie, kada? —
Nuo skalpelio gamtos ir meno švento
Kamuojas kūnas, siela pavergta,
Pagimdo šešto jausmo instrumentą.


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A portrait of a man

His eyes are lightless underground lakes, / Abandoned castles of the ancient kings. / Marked with the sign of the eternal shame / Of that, the Other One, he never speaks. / The deepest wound, his mouth, dark and purple, / Made with a blade borne of the deadly poison; / And it is sad and ...

I`m dreaming that both of us dead…

I'm dreaming that both of us dead. / We're lying - so peaceful for ever. / Two white heavy coffins of lead / Put down together. / / And when did we say that "enough"? / What for then and what means the trying? / But strange that's not aching my heart, / My heart is not crying. / ...

Unperturbed and indifferent sun contemplated the planet…

Unperturbed and indifferent sun contemplated the planet / There all was infested with terror and eaten by rot, / There rocks in the distance appeared a huge shaggy dog, / There black boiling copper spewed out collapsing volcanoes. / Was the night of the world. / / Unexpectedly rolled i...

Their souls` love had been born beside the sea…

Their souls' love had been born beside the sea, / In sacred groves of virginal naiads, / Whose songs, arguing with the play of wind, / With strings, ring joyfully, eternally. / / Great oracle... the majesty of man / Has never been more strange and more severe, / The closed lips and th...

The Magic Violin

Pretty boy, / you are so merry / and your smile's - so light, so sunny. / Don't you ask me for this passion / that is poison to the worlds. / You don't know, don't know how dreadful / is this Magic Violin, sonny, / And how gloomy is the horror / of the one who strikes the ...

Comfort

He that has been burried / Hears a glorious chime, / Smells the whitest lilies / In his dream beyond time. / / He that in his grave lies / Sees an endless light / As the wings of Seraphs / Shed their snow-flakes bright. / / You are on your death-bed / And your hands are cold....