Станс Уж я - не тот...
Судьба подрезала крыла...
И лишь любовь - нагая и хмельная -
Осталась той же, что была!
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Alert — tempted — confused — eager.
Oh, dear! — I won't say goodbye to you in a snowdrift
or a cloud Bank.
And I don't need a pair of beautiful wings
To keep my heart full.
Swaddled, eyeless, and voiceless
I will not multiply a miserable settlement.
No, I'll put my hands out! - Elastic mill
With a single wave from your shroud
"Death-I'll knock it out!" Miles per thousand in the district
Melted snow and forest bedrooms.
And if all OK-shoulder, wing, knee
Squeezing — the graveyard gave himself uvesti, —
It is only then, to laughing at the decay
Verse rise — or rose blossom"!
"...Is the same that was"!
And there is no power, dear VALERY" that stopped HER STEPS, though, even if "naked and intoxicated", with clipped wings...
TSVETAYEVA'S LOVE!
Sincerely, with a smile, VNL
Надежда Зернова 25.11.2020 14:06 Заявить о нарушении
And gives rise to a soul consonant lyrical responses…
Thank you, dear Nadezhda, for the excellent review filled with love Tsvetaeva,
with the warmth of Your soul and an optimistic smile of Faith, Hope and Love!!
With gratitude to VNL and warmth of soul to You, Valery.
Валерий Старостин 25.11.2020 23:28 Заявить о нарушении