|
I wished to compare my beauty |
|
I wished to compare my beauty
With lake wide-cold-deserted
Whose lips touch carefully
The foam heat of deposits of heart.
I wished to compare my Darling
With mountain chain behind the clouds lost,
That will suddenly by avalanches of love rush down
In my precipice of a very gentle bed.
I wished to compare my Darling
With bird that is happy the ring to carry
That breathes by trills having progrown
In the ground of rising my fortress.
And yet to I tried to compare my Darling
With dreamland blossoming dreams scarlet,
From our meeting with passionate gravitation,
With a rhythm of silence… But it was too little form.
Only everything, that in roots of a sight is thrown:
The world and rhythm that are linked by great groove,
Everything together is my Darling.
What else can I add to it.
(с)Leonid Shimko
http://moy-bereg.ru/poeziya/lyubimoy.html
|