Evening melancholies

(translation of Лученко Святослава "Вечірні меланхолії")

I
Watching, as a day is still smoldering and time emerges in circles in the sky…
Reddish sky... The trees are captivated by the evening dimness.
Instantly, the grove, where our intimacy grew, was turned into a sleep.
Even though its sleep is full of loneliness and endurance, its inviolable calmness is
Poured out by the reach of sky all over the earth, I found a beauty and niceness here,
And wings are covering my sadness.
II
My path is wandering between dark figures of fallen-to-sleep giants,
Thick and dark blue haze embraces me from every side.
I’d be able to lose cradled awareness
In the velvet eyes of your night.
III
Red-dark-blue cassock of the evening sparkles with
The end-crust of Moon and a lamppost in the strange City.
As whispering of leaves, as an ecstasy of spring sorceries
Is your unsolved forever smile…
And beside you, from everywhere are fairy-tales of the forgotten cities,
Bridges through eternity into an ardent dusk...
Through the time… And escape...
Into the space, created especially for us.

August 28 2007

Iouri Lazirko
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