Illustration: Jeunes femmes sur la lande au clair de lune by Marcel Rieder
My Translation:
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Azure hills near Moscow linger,
Tar and dust — in the lukewarm air.
I sleep all day, all day I laugh — let's say
I am recovering from winter.
I am walking home in utter silence:
For unwritten poems — no remorse!
I prefer, to every single verse,
The rattling wheels, the smell of fried almonds.
When the mind is beautifully empty,
Always blame the heart — it is too full!
As though little waves, my days unfurl;
From the bridge, I watch them fall aplenty.
Someone's gazes are too soft and tender
In the tenderness of lightly heated air...
I am falling under summer's spell,
Barely recovered from winter.
(March 13, 1915)
“The storm is coming!” So the tidal waves utter, crashing into cliffs and spattering their violent embraces across the roaring shore. There is only one dark silhouette standing quiescently amidst the oncoming water. A young lady with dark, shadowy eyes fixed on the edge of the Earth is singing, as her raven hair wavers in the forceful gusts of poignant oceanic air…
“Шторм надвигается!” – глухо шипят волны прилива, разбиваясь о скалы и разбрызгивая свои яростные объятия по стонущему берегу. Среди подступающей воды в неподвижном ожидании замер мрачный силуэт. Юная девушка с тёмными глазами, устремлёнными на край Земли, поёт, а её волосы цвета воронова крыла развеваются в мощных порывах ледяного океанического воздуха…
Dear readers, I hope you will enjoy this multimedia presentation of my literary work! The video features a recording of my poem, accompanied by picturesque views of Canadian nature and urban life, which I captured throughout my studies in this beautiful country.
I am profoundly delighted that my kind friend, Kevin Morris, whose imaginative poetry inspires me with its wittiness and creativity, has composed a guest post for my site. Please, do not hesitate to follow his excellent blog: K Morris – Poet
My sincere thanks to Veronica for her kindness in allowing me to write a guest post for The Waves of Poetry. I am an admirer of Veronica’s work, and I’m delighted to be hosted on her excellent blog.
“The Selected Poems of K Morris” comprises a selection of poems composed by me between 2013-2019, most of which deal with serious matters of life, the passage of time and nature.
In contrast, my soon to be released collection, “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems” does, as the title suggests, contain both serious and humorous verses.
Lilith and Eve by Yuri KlapouhCupid and Psyche by Kinuko Y CraftSpleen et Idéal by Carlos Schwabe
I wish I could find solace in your eyes,
Where shadows lurk beneath the diamond glow.
Although our paths have parted long ago,
Your arms remain the gates of Paradise!
My sinful soul must pay a fatal price
To enter Eden, as it did before:
The Seraphim avert when I deplore,
For neither words, nor prayers will suffice.Although your image pierces like a knife,
My heart will mend itself with threads of tears -
Abide in memory, remorseless Saint!
Through death, the Phoenix gains eternal life,
Thus, I forsake the futile earthly fears,
Awaiting for my agony to end…
Your whisper haunts me through the night and in the light of day -
The waterfall of memories devours its breathless prey.
Beware! The languid turquoise guise seems utterly serene,
Yet thousands fell to their demise in this alluring stream.
Mnemosyne, a patron saint of the undying past,
Bathe me in your sweet revelry and turn my soul to dust!
If it were now to die - I would - for nothing will exceed
The water's luscious lullaby - intoxicating, deep…
A single thought is all it takes to silently succumb:
When a forgotten love awakes, the consciousness goes numb.
You are the gravity, which tempts, desiring my downfall -
Although the sombre heart repents, it answers your wild call.
I have become the waterfall, my tenderness cascades
Upon your lips - the memory of passion never fades!
A photograph of Niagara Falls taken by me in the summer
Songs of the Siren by Victor NizovtsevAngel by Victor NizovtsevMermaid by Victor Nizovtsev
My dreams feel like drowning -
Your absence still haunts me...
Dive deeper, my darling!
Enchanted, yet free,
All heavenly angels
Remember their lovers
Emerging, like ambers,
Mesmerized by the sea,
My tears catch fire -
Are you thinking of me?
The Sea Birds by Henry RylandRose Garlands by Henry RylandThe Captive’s Return by Henry RylandThe Love Story by Henry Ryland
When birds depart from native shores,
Too many fly astray:
This forlorn life the soul abhors -
My love was swept away!
Across the oceans - raging, deep,
I send a warm embrace:
The longing - harsh and bittersweet -
Sets parted hearts ablaze!
Soar higher, soft-voiced nightingale -
Your songs light up the night:
Pure sorrow carried by the gale
Transcends a swift delight!
The separation draws us near,
And turns into fine art:
There is a certain sweetness, dear,
In being far apart!
The sultry honey aroma of wild apple trees haunts you, while the darkness of a tangy spring fog envelops the world. Fragile pearl threads stretch from the sky, penetrating the warmth of your skin, leaving dusky traces on the defenseless clothes. You run away, seeking shelter, and return to the house, a black shadow looming over your silhouette, over the luscious garden, over the whole Earth.
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