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You shall recall me yet, and more than once...

Еще не раз вы вспомните меня…

You shall recall me yet, and more than once —
Recall my world, uncommon and exciting:
A clumsy world, fashioned of flame and songs,
But, unlike others, wholly undesigning.

It could have been yours, too, but no. It had
Proven too little, or perhaps too vast.
My verse, it seems, must have been very bad,
My pleading with the Lord for you, unjust.

But every time, drained of your strength, you’ll yield
And utter: “I don’t dare recall those nights.
A different world has fascinated me
With all its simple, unrefined delights.”

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Muses, enough, cease your sobbing, / Pour out your grief into singing, / Sing about Dante soul-stirring, / Or play the flute, play with feeling. / / Move on, annoying faun deities, / Music is dead in your screaming! / Haven’t you learned only lately / Beatrice exited Eden....

Yet All But Once

Yet all but once you’ll reminisce of me / And of my world mysterious and thrilling, / The quirky world of songs and fervency, / But among all, unique and undeceiving. / / It could have been yours also, but alas, / It was too much for you, or was too scanty, / I must have ...


An orange-red sky... / A gusty wind shakes / The bloody cluster of rowan berries. / I chase the fleeing horse / Past the glass hothouse, / Past the trellises of the old park, / And past the swan pond. / Alongside me runs / My shaggy, red-haired dog, / Who is dearer to me / Than e...

Cain’s Descendants

He didn’t deceive us, that sad, somber spirit / Who wears the morning star as pseudonym / And said: "Shun not the highest gain, nor fear it: / Taste of the fruit and you will equal Him." / / Instantly, for the youth, all roads lay open, / And for old men, all mysteries to know, / ...