To HerMy lyre forgotten midst the sadly idle day,My dream aroused no more by vivid imagery, The gift of genius and youthfulness astrayFrom the unfeeling heart that grew benumbed and weary,I called you all once more, my days of bloo...

Washed my face outside; the night had laid Chillness on the water barrel brimming;Coarse like salt upon an axe’s blade,Stars upon the firm night skies were gleaming. Tightly locked, the gateway won’t get loose. And the earth is not...

The broad and yellow twilight hueFeels softly cool in April weather. It’s years too late to welcome you,Still I am glad to be together.Get closer, come and sit with me,Look, this is fun: I want to showThis old blue book of poet...

Don’t go away, stay here beside me,The glow of joy lights up this place,Time and again, it will excite meTo kiss your lips, to kiss your face.Don’t go away, stay here beside me,I care for you so very much,The loving ecstasy wil...

The Only DaysO’er many winters I retain In memory the solstice days: Each unrepeatable they came, Each then repeated countless ways. And very slowly, bit by bit They have composed a whole long row, Those only days of ye...

Come see two trees that share as mates One root, one common site -By chance, or chosen by the fates,Bound not by blood, yet tied - When blizzard howls in wintertimeAnd ruthless frost ensues,The birch is guarded by the pineFrom...

The moment the Great flood has reacquiredIts calm within the limits of the land,From the retreating waves, unseen and quiet,Crawled Love and made its way onto the sandDissolving in the air till time required -That time would come when...

And it may be not God but someone like His designeeTaking you to his face as his eyes aren't keen to see,Like a dried dead bee, like a pebble naked -His breath rich like liquor of well tested quality, Like a thick old spirit of wonderful q...

ДомоседМеня чудесная тропаМанила сквозь забор.Сказала мама как-то раз:Пойди по ней - придешь сейчасК молочнику во двор.(Так дома и сижу с тех пор.)***THERE was a road ran past our house Too lovely to...

His lips melt in a kind of a smirkThat would flatter even the crownedAs he picks with the tip of his forkOf my "love you" the trembling soundAnd declares that it tastes divineWith the tease in his honey-sweet eyes.And...