Preposterous hippopotamus laughs at scandalous rhinoceros.
Precipitous, calamitous cumulus leaks rain on head.
Furious, igneous volcanoes spurt copious lava, aqueous and amphibious into sea.
But despite the acrimonious albuminous setting,
anxious, ignominious and siliceous bed fellows, make amorous love anyway
wearing polymorphous, ponderous and porous pajamas in bed,
and enjoy anomalous couscous made by anonymous, ambidextrous, audacious, cantankerous cook.
Categories:
siliceous, food,
Form: Free verse
1.
I go out alone on road I'm stranger;
Through the fog siliceous way shines bright;
It is quiet. Waste hears the God, He's stager,
And the star speaks with the star at night.
2.
Skies are filled with triumph, they've got wonder,
Say, land sleeps in shining of the blue,
Why it's hard, it's hurt, was it my blunder?
Am I sorry? Do I need some new?
3.
I don't wait for anything from living
I'm not sorry, everything's in past,
I want to forget myself in dreaming
I am looking freedom and the rest.
4.
I would like to sleep and dream forever,
But not with the cold of silent grave...
Let life slumbers in my chest together
with my breath and let it heaves as wave.
5.
Let sweet voice sings about love and mothers
ears of mine all day and all dark night,
Let oak bows and greens and little bothers
It's so big so ancient and so kind.
P.S. This is my favourite poem of Mikhail Lermontov in my translation.
Categories:
siliceous, emotions, feelings, metaphor, poets,
Form: Lyric