Vladimir Nabokov - I think of Her
I see the water-lily white,
And martins darting, and on broken pool-plate,
a dragon-fly.
There, there, we used to meet and gaily onward
Would dash to roam the whispering woods,
Where rays exposed in misty playground
the magic mood.
We rummaged in all treasured God’s possessions,
In bushes, we would find with her
The lacquered beetles, and the caterpillar,
that chess-like horse.
And we would know all little pathways dear,
And we would give all birch-trees sweetest names,
The youngest one we named Maria,
The Holy Whiteness.
I’m ready to endure the suffering eternal,
And spend my life behind the heavy door,
But please, o please, if only for a moment,
let us be near those trees once more.
vip/2010
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Opposite the Blackness.
Two sides of world,
Which has in daytime the sun lit,
In night - the absense of it all.
I'm awoken from dreams
In morning.
The dual world is in front of me,
Calling...
To objects, names and all phenomena,
That're are as pebbles round me rolling..
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