All born
shall come to the end,
Leaves shall wilt,
twigs shall dry,
rivers shall leave their course,
stars shall abandon the sky...
The earth shall shiver and shrink
Oceans shall draw back
A desert, cold desert I see everywhere...
The radiance of your eyes
shall die out,
your mouth - speechless become
your hands - feeble will get...
Wandering sands
will overwhelm the oasis,
the sun - burn the palms,
the wind - bury the birds...
All born
shall come to the end
So why -
the heart is still
longing for a liquid,
dripping from a calyx
to a calyx...
Let me just stay on the treshold -
Let me just listen
to the blossoming buds,
Let me not know the fall...
Will-o'-the whisp on the willow
whispering sweet lullaby
singing us to sleep -
no need to open your eyes -
Sleep, sleep, fall asleep,
vanish, fade away...
Die...
The End
© Copyright: Н.Н., 2002
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Great poem, the meter is quite unusual. In the first line, I'd say "All, that is born". Anyway, the poem is superb. Waiting for new poems in English from you!
Eugenius.
Хабибулло-Евгений Киселев 16.11.2014 20:27 • Заявить о нарушении
Eugenius.
Хабибулло-Евгений Киселев 16.11.2014 20:27 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank You so much for Your praise. You´ll never believe it...I know, it sounds very weird, but actually this poem wrote itself :) The words floated through my mind and onto the paper as if they were dictated :)
Н.Н. 16.11.2014 23:14 Заявить о нарушении
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