Mars, The God of War by VINCENT DI FATEStar One by VINCENT DI FATEAll One Universe (1995) by VINCENT DI FATEThe Demu Trilogy by VINCENT DI FATEStarswarm by VINCENT DI FATEWorld of Tomorrow by VINCENT DI FATE
I would give my last breath to be with you -
We can't find solace in a wistful dream:
No pain is greater than a brief adieu!
Amidst the galaxy's celestial view,
By night and day, my earthly fears grow thin:
I would give my last breath to be with you.
The sorrowful farewell hits me anew:
Your trembling hands, eyes - desperate and grim -
No pain is greater than a brief adieu!
This ruthless anguish I cannot subdue:
Your spirit comes to me - sublime, yet dim.
I would give my last breath to be with you…
Alas, the woeful memories pierce through
My heart, immured by the eternal stream:
No pain is greater than a brief adieu!
Beloved, let the stars reveal my clue
About the cosmic places - vast, unseen:
I would give my last breath to be with you -
No pain is greater than a brief adieu!
The Soul of the Rose by John William Waterhouse, 1908. Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May by John William Waterhouse, 1909.The Crystal Ball by John William Waterhouse, 1902.
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Forgive me, my darling, for thinking of you!
Your fragrance is sweeter than peony dew,
The bloom of your lips enamours like spring,
One rapturous smile - I forget everything...
Oh, bitter delusions of our first love!
The feverish blindness descends from above:
My ears cease to hear, my mouth - to speak,
No soul would survive a feeling this deep!
Your hands keep escaping my blasphemous touch.
The eyes, filled with sorrow, adore you so much,
The heart keeps on beating, yet broken in two!
Tell me, dear beloved, what shall I do?
“The Mermaid” by Howard Pyle“Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld” by Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot
“Orpheus and Eurydice” by Emil Neide
“Orphee et Eurydice” by Eduard Kasparides
Crossing the oceanIn the arms of Poseidon
My heart will reach you.
Bleeding with sea-foam,
Wrapped in a mermaid's soft hair,
Our spirits emerge
From the stormy waves
Where Aphrodite was born,
Pink-glowing, pearl-hung.
My tenderness plays
The Apollonian lyre
With your slender hands.
There is no escape
From the darkness of Hades
To the Olympus.
Approaching the light,
I succumb, mesmerized by
The sound of your voice.
"Beloved," you beg:
"Turn around!" Eurydice -
Forever, farewell!
Закат. Морской простор укрыт туманом лунным,
Но видится земля вдали.
Сгустились облака, и волны, словно дюны,
Ласкают наши корабли.
Пусть ветер всё сильней тревожит парус лёгкий,
Нам непогода не страшна.
Меж призрачных камней лавируем мы ловко
Под плеск и шумный гул весла.
Вдруг разразился гром, и палуба качнулась -
Предвестие лихой беды.
Лишь молнии стрела - и тьма вокруг сомкнулась:
Теперь спокойствия не жди!
Повсюду - хладный мрак, и клочья белой пены
Взмывают к звёздам, словно дым.
Из глубины пещер коварные сирены
Медовым пеньем манят к ним.
И кажется - погас маяк надежды хрупкой -
Погибель ждёт средь зыбких вод!
Но так же сердце бьётся дикой незабудкой:
„Всему настанет свой черёд…”
Ночь. Теплится уже в глазах янтарных пламя -
Сонм гарпий смотрит свысока.
Держись, и вместе мы из хаоса воспрянем:
В моей руке - твоя рука.
Над мачтой вьётся буревестник, звонким криком
Моля: „Взлетайте же скорей!”
вся жизнь нам кажется теперь одним лишь мигом,
И не вернуть ушедших дней.
Смотри: затоплен трюм, течением жестоким
Уже захвачен в плен штурвал!
Не нужно слёз, мой друг, ведь мы не одиноки -
Любовь затмит девятый вал.
Пусть грозный океан разверзнет бездну с воем,
Мы не исчезнем без следа:
Обломки наших душ стремительным прибоем
На берег вынесет волна.
Преображённые, вернёмся мы к земному,
Свободные от власти лет.
Подобно странникам, что возвратились к дому,
Увидим первый луч. Рассвет!
You will not see these tender verses, The message from my fragile hand. We’re farther than the universes, Though closer than the grains of sand. Your trace is vanishing away: The words, The moments, Nights and days. You. Are. Not. Here. Anymore. Towards infinity you soar, And to the stars say “I adore…” Not me, Not me, Not me, Not me – You have no place on Earth to be! And when the world comes to an end, Through time and space I’ll hold your hand. Oh, but you won’t remember me! In dreams, if dreams there ever be, You will unknowingly repeat That in a thousand years… We’ll meet. A silly overwhelming lie! How dare you keep me up at night? Oh, how can I this voice forget? I wish I could, without regret, Leave all the memories behind… “Be gone! Come back to me!” – I cried. “Forever, I will be with you!” – Alas, these words cannot be true. You’ve told me, holding back the tears: “We will meet… In a thousand years.” I will be here! I will abide – Your answer in my heart will hide. Let recollections disappear, For neither time nor death I fear. And when the somber glow is near, Your answer I’ll repeat, my dear: “We will meet… In a thousand years.”
The loneliest of hours are the best, The sweetest moments of my tangled life, When only those are by the Heaven blessed, Who never love and never ever fight.
The silence of the night was calming like The soothing breeze or humming of the flame But thunderstorm with its desire to strike, A mighty demon, to the ground came.
I didn’t fear it, nor did I stand still; As burning poison flowed across my spine, And then I ran, and ran against my will, And even lost the precious count of time.
I drifted in the darkness with a smile, Not that of madness, but of sad delight, As if my friends returned for a while To disappear for their final fight.
No pain, no tears, no pity for myself. I felt the whispering of crystallized sparks, And flew from them as if I were an elf, Which was invisible but left flamboyant marks.
Why do night spirits dwell there, in my soul, Where nothing lives, and feelings make no sound? Sometimes they rise, at other times they fall, And howl with pain, when no one is around.
“We hate you, garish, overwhelming sun! You shine with powerful and blinding grace Of perfect creature, which to Earth has come From silent land, entitled now as “space.”
You cannot save a secret from one’s eyes, You have no charm, no beauty of your own, You hide inside a miserable vice, You keep it deep within the scarlet glow!”
The voices of night spirits in my head Have murmured so with fiery delight Of beasts, by hatred poisoned and led Into the meaningless, atrocious fight.
Adoring their passion, like my own, I felt, indeed – there is no solid truth; The moon and stars will soon be fully gone, Then night itself shall have no real use.
Oh, rose-red sunrise, take my somber soul! Erase it swiftly with your golden wings, Before the Sacred Light I shall not bow, For now I fear the tragic thoughts it brings.
My heart, concealed by the mist of tears, Can’t help, but miss the tender love of night, Which does not hurt unfeigned fragile feels, But fondles them with care and holds them tight.
Believe, each day is full of mysteries, And even when the sky seems blue and bright, The shadows cast by giant maple trees Evoke the visions of the cryptic night.
One doesn’t notice pearls of morning dew, Pierced ruthlessly by subtle verdant blades; And nature’s beauty may give us a clue To when the brilliance of this moment fades.
The roses murmur secrets in the dark, While nightingales sing them serenades, And whispering of ghosts until the lark Upon the gloomy, dreaming world cascades.
The night and day, the stars, and leaves of grass All have their magic, which one can’t describe, And even though wildflowers seldom last, As long as beauty lives, they’ll here abide.
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