Did the world truly exist-
Before we loved?
With Mutual delights,
Shining splendor,
And dreams select;
An autumn day you appeared
As my falling star searing brightly
Across the black midnight sky,
Where all my wishes were;
Say you love me,
If only for this day,
And if I whisper back, “I love you”,
Will you consider to forever stay?
Your loveliness a stronghold,
While I trace your loving warmth -
My arms gather your body’s form,
My heart knows no other yesterday,
While in our tenderness we lay.
No masks to wear,
No games to play,
I vow my love for you
Never to betray,
The fruit of my honor
I give to thee, and only thee.
I’ll long for you forever,
I pray your love grows
Designed merely for me,
And every day I await your love-
This you will eternally see.
Mellow Autumn ! Golden Autumn !
I am greeting you with leaves fall,
Saying "Goodbye !" with a crane's song,
And, as usual, waiting for a winter
By missing you...
The yellow leaves are turning above our heads,
Reminding us of the past.
Who are you in love with ?
Who is your friend ?
You tell me only that.
Fly into my window as a little cloud
To be dissolved in silence.
And do not look for a reason
To become my guest.
Rustle ! Rustle ! Rustle ! Mellow, Golden Autumn.
You are so beautiful, Reddish Maiden Nude !
Don't be sad, Dear, because winter is so close,
The falling leaves will capture my memories about you...
I will catch the last sunny ray
And detain it for a moment.
I will drink you up, so juicy, to the very bottom,
As a tincture of happiness and love.
You know, the fall weddings are always happy
And last long, just believe me.
I will wait for a winter
But my door will be open for you
The entire year...
I heard them shouting from the other room
I watched as the bitterness starts to bloom
and I can't wait to finally leave soon
the TV screen told it was my last day.
These tears that I've cried won't stop the rain
but it will open away all this hidden pain.
I've already been told to kill myself on the inside,
because its about conforming in and the outside.
And I still watch the ceiling crumbling.
I can't seem to walk without tumbling.
I already can't wait to leave soon.
Its already said on the news it's my last day.
I leave it myself to believe
the muse I love is out to retrieve.
My heart before its last beat
to save me bore their mission is complete.
Save me, save me.
I see you on the other side of the street.
Calling my name, wanting to meet
so I don't have to leave soon
you're the muse that saved me on this autumn day.
An Autumnal Moment
The autumn light has faded it is night now,
Heat lingers, melts the ice in my whisky.
This is the best time of the day and I will
Not think of tomorrow’s day.
The terrace is full of fallen flowers and
Only slowly they will blow away.
All traces of summer will be gone and
What’s left is a vague memory.
That once upon a time there was a spring,
Summer and endless joys of youth.
But I shall sleep easily in my bed as long as
I feel the good warmth of my lover.
And I will think how lucky I’m and hope
I will slip into the deepest sleep before her.
Ah, how I have tired of myself!
I am the white crow plus 33 misfortunes!
The dark blots are in my destiny.
Hope and Belief do not want to communicate with me.
They have become tired.
I do not condemn them – they have clients
who are more successful, who hear them easily.
But I have remained alone, and I sit
on the edge of a silent grove.
How and when did I arrive here?
How did I know this road?
Perhaps, at last, the largest Trouble has regretted
what she has done to me
and has brought me here,
closer to God?
Ah, how the heavens here are affable and kind!
I feel love from trees and their friendship!
The gold and crimson forests stand up
in an autumn temple service, and I am among them.
And I – already almost same as they:
I am not failure person,
not the outsider! I am a part of earth!
I, too, am the Birch with gold hair!
I bend down my crown to the ground
and I smile again.
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The sun descends as the
SWELLS RISE
Counting every coward as he passes by
You could take the place
Of the emerald lights
In the southern cities
Where the castles bloom
After a weathered trace
Of gold and two's
June bugs and fireflies
Are tearing up the autumn skies
"goodbye...GOODBYE!"
Kingdoms,
They all fall down
Where you're standing makes all the difference
(ALL THE DIFFERENCE NOW!)
Take my tongue and take my scarf
The STORM IS COMING IN!
Take my aim and take cover
This tempo is set for
SELF-DESTRUCTION
Again, Autumn leaves us.
Somebody shouts «Trouble, Misfortune!»
We shall not accuse the wind
which has torn off all leaves.
Autumn goes away imperceptibly,
like the wife who
no longer likes her marriage.
She only will smile nodding affably,
And from rain, as from fruit of the vine,
we are already drunk.
Leaves fly from trees like birds.
We want to sing and love.
We take a shawl as protection
from a laughing blizzard
and put it on the frozen linden tree.
This autumn has not wanted
to be my friend
She did not call me to attend her party
and celebrations were very much,
even very much of warming
and little light for me.
All my beautiful flowers on my balcony have faded.
But the flight of many birds is so disturbing,
And red fires of leaves blaze around.
The pain will be dissolved in bad weather,
And someone will play under my window
a solo song of guitar which is crying.
When the evening lights arrive
They will spread the stars generously
to a balcony, to the street, into an old garden.
The drunken wind will break leaves from many trees,
and a falling of leaves will begin in the city.
The birches and the lindens –
in hair have fire.
On the road is noise –
The white horse runs.
Autumn, as a sorrow,
has spread everywhere.
Where, from whom
do you hasten,
my Prince with the gray eyes?
Night has lowered its black velvet downwards,
Month ate stars –
And has bitten own language.
Hi, Prince!
Stop your horse, please,
And take me with you!
We shall rush off very far
And we shall sing songs of joy
instead of our grief.
We shall rush off together with a wind,
And our eyes will be laughing again!..
But already, Morning came back,
and my Prince is not near me any more
Only again, there is Admiralty,
The magnificent Hermitage near Neva,
the yellow leaves on the water
and shout of machines and trams in autumn St. Petersburg.
The autumn has come from fogs.
She lowered on a white cloud,
but has waved a scarf of red.
The flock of cranes flew up and away.
Autumn smiled.
The forests sparkle with gold,
Autumn rocked her shoulders,
And leaves scattered with a crunch
Along the ground - gold carpets!
How early the summer has disappeared!
Maybe blizzards stole it?
Trees wave branches desperately,
hoping to recapture summer.
How sad the ancient lantern is!
Maybe, it has recollected mild evenings?
The drunk wind gave a hug to the birch
and filled two more glasses with vodka.
How soon the bright sky has faded !
It has grown dull and grey,
because kisses by the sun are missing.
But, despite the autumn cool,
the birch under my window
continues to smile at both the wind, and rain.
Along the forest roads we hastened behind a wind,
We searched for good luck among meadow flowers,
And the simple words which someone said casually
we took as truth, and we prayed about them.
We were not afraid of storms, but afraid of rest,
We danced and sang before a noisy crowd,
We waited for a meeting with unearthly love,
And the hope for us was by a guiding star.
Soon the last of autumn will burn down,
All winds have become angry, and flowers have faded.
The destiny has deceived us, has not even taken by the sailors,
That is why all ships float away without us.
If at night you go near the old park,
You will see strange lilac light.
We in our circus burn candles ends
of the unreal, but desirable years.
Do not shout, please! It is unnecessary publicity.
Look at the window covered with mosses.
There is a haven here for everyone who had fiasco and came to grief:
a stage, a shabby curtain, the screen for cinema.
Jesters! Beat your tambourines! Poets! Sing your songs!
Acrobats, leap about and show your skill and talent!
The spectator promises us, the summer will return,
And the meadow flowers will blossom again!
2. There is Autumn
in the Australia, in the Russia
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The red-haired Autumn has come to Russia.
She has painted all the leaves
of the trees
with gold colour.
The Wind and the Rain love her very much.
She dances the Parting Waltz
With them both.
At just this time, leaves
are departing from their trees.
They are beginning their own dance,
named «Fall of the Leaf».
Then Autumn is singing
her lullaby-song
for orphaned trees,
for stray dogs and cats,
for the damp rain,
for the sparrows and crows,
And for the frozen earth, too.
Autumn is singing her lullaby-song
about the tropical, hot country, Australia
Where there are eucalyptus,
And fern forests, the Pacific ocean,
And the mysterious mountains.
In this magic country live kind, funny friends:
Kangaroos, Koalas, Cockatoos, and Emu.
Now they are dreaming about Russian Autumn:
in her corona from yellow leaves,
in her red rowan’s beads,
and with her favourite friends:
with wind, and sorrowful rain.
It is necessary to live
because a wind whispers
something urgent to the trees,
and the autumn sky still
gives sunshine to light the day.
The wind knocks on a window
with rain or with casual rhyme.
It promises always the same,
«We shall find keys for our success!»
It is necessary to live,
because shining stars in the night sky
are so lovely!
Yes, the cranes flew away,
but the titmice sing for us in the mornings.
And verses ripen as bunches of grapes
and give us curative force.
The weeks still are not too cold!
It is necessary to live
and to live happily!
Above a pulsating arrow of two great Russian rivers,
there, where Oka merges to Volga
and already flows farther downstream,
to the Caspian sea,
an ancient, wise Kremlin stands – like a soldier
on high coast of the big ancient city of the Russia, Nizhni Novgorod.
Kremlin looks very attentively at boundless meadows
and at cultivated fields and forests,
the small villages and big cities
of the Nizhniy Novgorod territory.
The white ships float past,
They salute the old soldier and ask its blessing.
Birches and mountain ashes, wild cherries and apples
in springtime decorate this coast with fresh greenery and flowers,
In the autumn – with gold of leaves and with red fruits.
The ancient Kremlin looks far and never sleeps.
It observes all around and welcomes the ships,
recollects the events, the dates, people.
Maybe, sometime Kremlin will recollect me also,
Because I was born in ancient Nizhniy Novgorod,
on the high coast of these two great Russian rivers.
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