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Zilonēns

Слонёнок

Kā zilonēns, šķiet, mana mīlestība,
Kas Parīzē vai Berlīnē ir dzimis,
Tas ļepato ar vājām vates kājām
Pa zooparka īpašnieka māju.

Tam nepiedāvā garās franču bulkas
Un nebaro ar lielām kāpostgalvām,
Tas apēst var vien mandarīna šķēli
Vai konfekti, vai cukurgabaliņu.

Ak, maigā, neraudi, ka šaurā būrī
To katru dienu apsmies raibais pūlis,
Ka midinetēm ķiķinot un spiedzot,
Tam zeļļi nāsīs pūtīs cigārdūmus.

Un, mīļā, nedomā, ka pienāks diena,
Kad satrakots tas norausies no ķēdes
Un nesīsies pa ļaužu pilnām ielām
Kā autobuss un mīdīs pārbiedētos.

Nē, lai tas tavā rīta sapnī atnāk
Ar brokātu un strausa spalvām rotāts,
Kā tas, kā Lieliskais, kurš kādreiz nesa
Uz iekāroto Romu Hanibālu.

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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....

The Giraffe

Today, I can see that your glance is especially sad, / And your hands are especially frail and your hair especially a mess. / There, there now... Just listen... far, far away, on Lake Chad / Roams a proud and graceful giraffe... / / An exquisite figure and a leisurely life are his boon / ...

The Giraffe

Today I can see that your features are strikingly sad, / Your arms on your knees are as thin as dandelion stalks. / But listen, in far-away lands that surround lake Chad / A graceful giraffe softly walks. / / A slender and delicate beauty he rightfully owns, / And magical ornaments run ...