To my wife TATIANA
The garden was my world where I have been
Aloof, alone; the desert of desire
Wasn’t my desert, although my fecund fire
Fair but forbidden spelled my silent spleen,
The splinter of the lightning that between
My ribs with tickling forced me to aspire
In harmony whose harm tries me to hire
In the conspiracy against the green
As though my thinking only bears the things,
But I awoke and then I noticed thee
Who heals the stings with overwhelming strings;
Each of them is the treasure of the tree
That blossoms for the Fairy Queen who brings
Herself: so is the being of the bee.
1995
The Being of the Bee
© Copyright: Владимир Микушевич, 2012
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Бог мой, какие дивные у Вас ассонансы и аллитерации. И какое цветущее стихотворение! I dare to dream about "the desert of desire"...
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