Жемчужница и песчинка

Но только не пиши,

прошу тебя, ах, не пиши мне больше,

что ты приедешь в Вену: ты же знаешь —

я не приеду, но твои слова

как маленького пламени язык

неотвратимо к оголенной коже

прильнувший – да, но где ты, где ты?

В Вене?

Но где это?

А, знаю: это там,

где на перроне Южного вокзала,

за Laerchenfelderstrasse – мы прощались…

Твое лицо, явление природы,

померкло не от туч, а изнутри.

Прикосновенье губ – не поцелуй,

но лишь беспомощность

всей беспредельной жажды…

Еще: Thomas Dibdin/Emi Tajsin, сделано оно из прекрасных насмешливых стихов другого поэта.

Love and Glory

Old Emi was as brave a girl,

As ever graced a martial story.

Rene was fair as a rare black pearl;

He sighed for Love, and she for Glory.

With her his fate he meant to plight,

And told her many a gallant story;

Till war, their coming joys to blight,

Called her away from Love to Glory.

Old Emi met the foe with pride;

He followed, fought! – ah, hapless story!

In black attire, by Emi’s side,

He died for Love, and she for Glory.

A это посвящено Руслану, чудному, талантливому и загадочному.

St.Valentine's Day

I hold a glass of sweet champagne.

Sun beams on snows of my domain.

I sing of love, I live again;

Here’s to my darling Valentine!

Black beard enthroned on his pale cheek;

His dome – like forehead’s always bleak;

Dark clothes close the shape unique

Of my misterious Valentine.

His whisper flls the soul of mine;

His manner shows the grace divine;

His mind is deep like solemn brine;

Here’s to my pious Valentine!

He knows the art of high debate.

In sacred texts he does his bathe.

God in His mercy gave him grace,

And he’s the lover of the Fate.

Let’s drink a health to him who tried

The charms of Charm, the chains of Chain,

Who has endeavoured all the might

Of spell, and Gospel, and refrain.

This winter day has golden rim!

I raise my glass to skies above,

And I drink my champagne to him,

And he will drink his one to Love.

For he’s a poet on the brim

Of old sophisticated Time.

I think of him and sing of him;

Here’s to my noble Valentine!

Вобщем, раньше все стихи были либо о природе, либо о любви. Основная дихотомия – очарование – разочарование.