God created the world out of nothing ...
God created the world out of nothing.
Learn artist, he has --
And if your talent grain,
Wrought her wonders,
Grow up immense forests
And he, as a fantastic bird,
Umchis high in the heavens
Where light is free as lightning,
Where the eternal cloud surf
Runs on the blue abyss.
Broken line
Broken lines, sharp angles.
Yes, we're here - we hide in the smoky realm of darkness.
Velazquez, Velazquez, the only genius ...
Velazquez, Velazquez, the only genius
Who managed to mysteriously make a simple,
As power over a host of your dreams
Mad sun, always young!
With what the humiliation and pain, and fear,
Thee - immortal, look jesters,
How strange whiten bent spinner
Working in the greatness of its beauty!
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And the Crucified, over all the Christs
Taken up body exquisitely pale,
And the long spear that stood in rows
Above abusive hero, humbly triumphant!
These Infanta with Philip the Fourth,
So sensually brilliant poet-king, --
Во всем этом блеске, для нас распростертом,
We have gold dust, like bees, we take!
We draw strength for our creations
In the living spring, not issyakshem hitherto;
And in the strength born of thee outlines
Welcome lush oasis in the desert.
We did not know by what authority the same
You were - and an oasis and along mirage --
Fate it, dream it, mind or passion,
You forever - the past, and our coming!
MERMAID
If you can, try to understand. If you want, take it.
You're one I liked among the people.
Before you I was cold and pale.
I - with a deep, quiet, dark bottom.
our king
Our King - Mukden, our king - Tsushima,
Our King - bloodstain,
The stench of gunpowder and smoke,
In which the mind - dark.
Beauty
One is a beauty in the world --
Love, sorrow, renunciation
And the voluntary tortures
For us the crucified Christ.
MINUTE
Well the woman in the May sunset
Silky strands of hair in the breeze,
And burning desire in color, aroma,
And a distant song canoeist on the River.
RIVVEYRA
You were not familiar with the aroma
Flowers bloom all around.
A cruel and gloomy anatomist,
You longed dismembered bases.
Goldfish
The castle was a gay ball
Musicians sang.
The breeze in the garden, shook
Light swing.
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In the castle, in sweet delirium,
She sang, she sang the violin.
And in the garden was in the pond
Goldfish.
And swirled in the moonlight,
Similarly, cut-out,
Intoxicated by the spring,
Moths are nocturnal.
Pond shaking in my star,
Bent grass flexibly
I flashed it in the pond
Goldfish.
Although not seen it
Musicians ball
But from the fish, from her
Music sounded.
Just come silence
Goldfish
Glide across, and once again visible
Between guests smile.
Again, the violin will sound
The song is heard.
And in the hearts of love murmurs,
And spring laughs.
The eyes gaze to the whispers: "I'm waiting!"
So light and vague,
Because it was there in the pond --
Goldfish.