Я знаю, кровоточат дни,
потерями, где мы бессильны,
словно вмурованы в гранит
и слово вещее забыли.
И некому расколдовать,
и, криком разбудив и плачем,
сказать заветные слова,
воспламеняя дух незрячий.
Как будто бы забыли свет,
и сердце медлит...медлит биться,
страшась признания в родстве
(сильнее, чем остановиться)
с небесным. Словно мы одни,
ни ангела вокруг, ни друга.
И явь - циклические сны
и...вьюга, вьюга, вьюга, вьюга
бушует в скомканной душе...
И не дописаны страницы,
в которых тает смысл вещей,
чтобы потом уже не сниться.
Но, даже если мир убил
то, что сияло в сердце прежде,
останется глоток любви,
как воплощение надежды,
как то, что воссияет вновь,
если дыхание осталось...
В молчании, за гранью слов,
любви божественная малость.
Перевод Миледи Ольги
http://www.stihi.ru/2015/11/03/5867
Останется глоток любви
© Copyright: Olen, 2015
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I know, nowdays are bleeding,
by losses, where we alike weak kids
As if in granite we were hidden
and we all forgot prophetic dreams...
And there's of no one to spell out,
wake up! from cry and screaming,
To tell someone the words cherishing,
to flame the blind spirit on the ground ...
As if we all forgot the white light,
hearts hesitated... refused to beat,
To agree with your kin... in a fright
(than it to stop, the best to be)
In heavens. As if we're lonely now,
nor of friend, nor of angel is around.
The real life has stuck in cyclical bounds,
and... snowstorms became blizzard...
They're raging inside your crumpled soul,
and the pages aren't finishìng in time,
In which the sense of things has thawed,
it can not come true in your life...
But even if the World killed all now,
that shone before in your heart,
Just Gulp of love will stay around,
like hope... which is pulsing in your blood...
Again, as Sun, it will be flashed,
if breath was stuck in your flesh...
In a silence, beyond of the word bounds,
there is Divine droplet of your love...
Луиза Алиса 27.10.2020 09:56 • Заявить о нарушении
by losses, where we alike weak kids
As if in granite we were hidden
and we all forgot prophetic dreams...
And there's of no one to spell out,
wake up! from cry and screaming,
To tell someone the words cherishing,
to flame the blind spirit on the ground ...
As if we all forgot the white light,
hearts hesitated... refused to beat,
To agree with your kin... in a fright
(than it to stop, the best to be)
In heavens. As if we're lonely now,
nor of friend, nor of angel is around.
The real life has stuck in cyclical bounds,
and... snowstorms became blizzard...
They're raging inside your crumpled soul,
and the pages aren't finishìng in time,
In which the sense of things has thawed,
it can not come true in your life...
But even if the World killed all now,
that shone before in your heart,
Just Gulp of love will stay around,
like hope... which is pulsing in your blood...
Again, as Sun, it will be flashed,
if breath was stuck in your flesh...
In a silence, beyond of the word bounds,
there is Divine droplet of your love...
Луиза Алиса 27.10.2020 09:56 • Заявить о нарушении
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