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SAND IN HAIR
The harp I yet can brook to hear And let thy gentle fingers fling It's melting murmurs o'er mine ear
About the black grape of your eyes I heard a lot from friends of mine, But I have never realized, How rough and sweet can be red wine! Oh, mistress, let me have a drink, I'm waiting for your nectar kiss! Enchanted princess of my dreams, You fill my heart with marvel breeze... The crown of gold upon your head, The jewels shining on the breast, I feel the warmth around your neck, And touch the silk of slender waist. The sounds of harp Will fill the air My sense is sharp And thoughts are fair I'll play for you My ringing tunes Let's go together To the Dunes! The treasure lying in the sand Contains all beauties of the land The emeralds and ruby chains Another thing for me is main I know the diamonds of your smile And all the gold is ashes pile! *** sonnet Woe, betide you fierce demon ! Changed the reasons, blew the smoke, And confused the fearless seamen, Played with ship a spiteful joke. And the evening tide uncovers, Wet, without sign of life, Four dead bodies, sailors bodies, Whom you never been a wife. You were our common sister, Spirit of a gorgeous blister, Vivifying spring of life ! Will you drop for them a tear ? Will you understand their fear ? Can the Destiny be kind ? ***
without a morning's kiss
Follow wishes of sunny morning, Spend the days in joyful cheer, When you think that life is boring, Look around and see what's near. Beauty of the meadow stillness, Springs are running through the grass, Please believe me — Life is endless, Till the evening it will last. Till the evening glow of planets, When the grey owl starts to mourn, When you finish sadness sonnets, Then the new life will be born. ODIN Odin, Odin silver hair ! Ravens, Ravens in the air ! Black wings shine upon your shoulder, Every boulder knows the Older ! Odin's standing on the rock, Listening steps of Ragnarock. He has closed the only eye — Even Gods don't want to die ! *** Start the circle once again From the place you left it Walk the Disc you lonely man Surface people nested Walk across the hearts of stone Step on grass of meaning You will never be alone End in the beginning Ringing through the ears and eyes Flaming in the ceiling You will fit the earthly size Understand my feeling Start the circle once again Face the void and shivers Break the Universal plan Change the ways of rivers... Rivers flowing in yourself Flood the sandy deserts Smiles the scull on dusty shelf Wins the one who hazards MOONLIGHT HILL song
Waiting for the velvet bride Will the scaly armadillo Find me where I'm hiding
Tree and star and lonely night, Deserted road is in my sight. From the hill I see the way, And I take my flute to play. ................................................ Robe is dusty, Sword is rusty, Staff is covered with runes. All I know that I'm in sorrow — I'm in sorrow for my doom. 'Cause I'll have to live like ploughman In the house on the edge, And my love is far from here, Writing me another page. Doesn't she know I'm not a reader, I was born in village side. I can be a battle leader, But I can't make words look bright. Other one for her is destined, He is noble and he's wise. Letters are flying from his fingers, Like the late night fireflies. .............................................. And the moon returns me here, On the hill, deserted road. And I step into the darkness, To oppose the Other Lord. Moscow, 1997 AZURE I'm lilac refulgent and poetic nature And I don't know the thing that can spoil my language The mist of the mysteries visions and dreams The lacy white clouds full of bright rays and beams The enchanting lady's lackadaisical gaze The floweret, plumage and recherche phrase Historical backgrounds and battles of Past The landscapes of Heavens, tremendous and vast The great personalities and heroic deeds The legends and romance, traditional seeds The friendship and leadership, truth and the faith The fictitious piety and silence of grave My symbolic images glare in light The violet patterns and top secret sight My hero is festal and fervid in love He's sad and exalted accepting the glove The word of the honour is my only wealth I'm writing for people and not for the pelf And there's a hole in my heart. It is sucking my powers My Art of foreseeing and wonder of colours I'm resting on laurels. I'm singing the hymns But I need a thorn wreath to expiate the sins The sins of politics and some of my own And search for Another Celestial Home ! Moscow, September 1997 (C)1998-99 Iliya Kozlov  | |||
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