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The Porcelain Pavilion

Фарфоровый павильон

At heart of artificial lake arose
A porcelain folly – lone pavilion’s form.
And arching, like a springing tiger’s spine,
To it a bridge of jasper reached.

And there in this pavilion idly sat
A group of friends, who were quite brightly dressed,
And drinking from their dragon-painted bowls
Some mulled and spicy-scented wine.

And they were happily engaged in chat
And then they fell to writing down their poems
With jaunty cocking of their yellow hats
And elbows’ jut from rolled up sleeves.

In lake’s clean waters clearly could be seen
A concave bridge, just like a jasper moon,
And then some friends behind their china bowls,
Turned upside down in mirrored glaze.

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The games

Council's kind, on a bloody arena / for the third day the games are not over, / and completely got crazy hyenas, / breathe with ancient spite anacondas. / / And the elephants, bears and tigers / drunk of blood, battlers ready for sparrings, / bull is strong and experienced fighter - /...

My Thoughts

Why did they come to me my thoughts together? / Like thieves at night in gloomy dusk of suburbs, / Like kites they grim and sinister, they whether / are here for the vengeance fierce and savage? / / The hope has left, the dreams have fleed forever, / My eyes have opened in a great excit...

In the skies

Days have flashed in the golden inflame, / And she-bear was fleeing at night, / Overtake her, prince, overtake, / Lasso her, to the saddle her try. / / Lasso her, to the saddle her try / To strap, in the blue tower at home / Point out at she-bear-night / To your giant Herculean dog....

Recollection

Out at sea, at noon, / sparks dance and the sun glows, / and the bird that's flown too far / sobs with speechless eyes. / / The green sea lured her out, / covered her eyes with mist, / and now she must fly and fly / to the end, high over the silent sea. / / Whimsical whirlwinds...

The Rat

The icon candle flickers, small, / the half-dark nursery is horribly quiet. / The frightened child / hides in the pink lace bed. / / What's that? The house spirit coughing? / He lives there, he's little, he's bald... / Agh! A vicious rat creeps slowly / from behind the wardrobe. / ...

The Choice

He who builds the tower will fall. / He will fall straight down, terribly, / and at the deep bottom of the world's well / he will curse himself for his madness. / / He who pulls the tower down will be crushed, / flattened by stone shards; / and left to lie there, by All-Seeing God, / ...


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