He looks at me with a madman's eyes —
It's your house and porch I know so well.
He gives me a kiss with his crimson lips —
Our ancestors had gone to war in scales of steel.
He brought me a bouquet of crimson carnations —
It's your austere face I know so well.
He asked in return for a single kiss —
Our ancestors had gone to war in scales of steel.
He touched me with his finger bearing a dark ring —
It is your dark ring I know so well.
Together we tumbled down on a Turkish divan —
Our ancestors had gone to war in scales of steel.
He looks at me with a madman's eyes —
Dwindle away, o you stars, and fade, o you moon!
He gives me a kiss with his crimson lips —
Our ancestors had gone to war in scales of steel.
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Oh Great
We're going to be flooded with WAR Poems this week, Daniil. -
Well, I'm certainly glad Daniil didn't get booted off this site.
I'd just as soon take the "Old" out of OldPo and put in "TIMELESS". -
this guy turns me on.
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Wonderful. The dark mood grows out of centuries of history. A great translation, captures something of the Russian rhythm which is very hard to do.
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