Unquenchable thirst of love…

Unquenchable thirst of love… Mikhail Godov Nabokov Prize Library This book is about an declaration of love to a wonderful woman in a classic sonnet style, in tradition, which goes all the way up to Francesco Petrarke, William Shakespeare, Ronsar, Bodler, Verlen and other famous masters of this genre. And live a day… This book is about many areas of life of humans, the full range of feelings experienced by each of us, but its leitmotif is love in all its faces. Mikhail Alexeyevich Godov Unquenchable thirst of love… sonnet book © M. Godov, 2020 © International Union of writers, 2020 Mikhail Godov – member of the Union of writers of Moscow, member of the International Union of Writers, poet, sonnet writer, author of over 800 sonnets (10 wreath of sonnets included), and many poems of different genres published in a series of poetic books: «faces of love», «symphony of love», «Learning how to love», «Idols», «Love without the world is closely», «The house of soul», «I am talking to you about eternity» (series «modern and classics») and laureate of many international all-Russian literary contests and the winner of awards: International literary award «The gold quill of Russia 2008» (Moscow), award Belinski 2019, participant of Moscow International Book Fair (MIBF) 2019, author of songs and romances of different genres in Russian and German. Since 2001 the poet lives in Nuremberg, Germany. Preamble This book is about an endless declaration of love to a wonderful woman in a classic sonnet style, in tradition, which goes all the way up to Francesco Petrarke, William Shakespeare, Ronsar, Bodler, Verlen and other famous masters of this genre. The insatiable appetite for this love is that strong, that it could not be quenched, because since it is quenched, the lyrical hero glows with this love again and again. The image of the beloved takes shape of all women, who made all the poets crazy, plebs and royals who fell in love with them, ready for any craziness and escapades for this love and at the same time converted to the only beloved, whom the poet gives the confession of love! But words transferred by the time machine from far epochs by sophisticated ladies in crinolines and gallant gentlemen in j ackets and frills sewed of gold, forgotten and unfamiliar, are suddenly starting sounding modern, personal and heartfelt that the real feeling comes up that there is no threat by naphthalene smelling chests, that in our time that is far away from sentimentality there is only this way of confessing love, that Romeo and Julia, our contemporaries, live anywhere among us… AND LIVE A DAY… sonnet wreath book This book is about many areas of life of humans and humanity from their origin up to now, the full range of feelings experienced by each of us, but its leitmotif is love in all its faces and hypostasis! The «shell» that includes all life collisions and feelings is the favourite genre of the poet: a sonnet presented in its most difficult, superior and very rare mode of wreath of sonnets. The book includes five of them and three thematic cycle of sonnets, called by the author with regard to their number: «octet of sonnets». All this makes the book unique in its form and content, since there are no other precedents in the Russian and international poetry for poetic books that includes only wreaths of sonnets and belongs to the quill of only one poet (as the group of compendium), not to mention the extreme rarity of this genre. As far as the translation is concerned, from Russian, the native language of the poet, into English, the challenge for the translator is initially extremely difficult as the poetic language used by the author is very demanding and in a perfect form with a binding classic rhyming that makes the translation much more challenging. And even though the translator mostly managed it to translate the content of the poetic material with maximum effort, the elegant, peculiar and original form of the poetry retains only partly, despite this doesn't make the acquaintance with this book of the flamboyant, distinctive author, less attractive for the English-speaking reader. Unquenchable thirst of love… sonnet book (Part one) The name of rose Sonnet 1 I wandered in the depth of garden alleys Went hat in hand to spirit of this place Among the statues, with their Gothic grace Among the splash of multi-coloured wearing The icon lamp of autumn there was lit. October ascended to its golden throne And yet the brightness wasn't gone Carried by winds, so boastful and so swift. In the array of asters, autumn flowers A thorn so sharply touched my heart That dark red rose, that velvet sight And then my shield and helmet lost their power This pain I still envision; as if so behoves, Caused by the rose, which name is love. Sonnet 3 Don't take for granted plain and trivial words, They are just mask, when seen with more attention, Don't take for granted casual, simple words Behind them – all my pain, all my affection Don't be confused with the indifferent tone, It's an attempt, although not trustworthy, To keep inside the loud, so unwilled moan… This pain I can't endure, you've left no mercy. To chat with you of trifles, little things, To be amusing and to burst in laughing To tell you just of lovely little things Make a pretense: such moments are just nothing But jokes…Take off the spell, I used to feel before, For I just can't keep silence anymore. Sonnet 15 Just touch my hand with hand of yours, And our hearts will feel this touching. I wish that we were so close, As only can be ones, who're loving. I wish that love could be for us The breathing, hearing, and vision, And blood in our veins, that runs, The flesh and spirit of our living. Don't let it leave us, don't let away, Don't let it fade beyond a distance, I want to experience each grain Of love, each sad and happy instance. To share with Her fate and fame, Until the last anguish and pain. Sonnet 17 Simplicity we often take for nonsense And we're ashamed to say the gentle words We hide our souls, we're probably unconscious Of this, afraid of souls confidingly unclosed It's difficult for us to talk in style Of Romeo and Juliette, without tension. We think since then the centuries has gone by In other way life's writing its inventions So let it be, and I've no intent to argue Yes. Different is the World, where we belong And my affection I am also hiding Ashamed, as if Shakespeare's words were wrong, The storm of feeling takes my power of speech… Those tender words, extremely hard to reach. Sonnet 19 You are entirely unexpected, Your voice, your smile, your sudden gesture… You are entirely unexpected Like sent to me occasionally, good letter. Like summer breath, like see and love itself Like hope in the dark hour of despair, You're going and returning then, More cherished, as before you were. And all this takes my breath away, Of this white flame of fondness and much pain… Just fly, like poplar fluff in May, Not knowing of sadness and restraint… As miracle of life, you are so treasured Life can't be captured, as it runs unmeasured! Sonnet 20 Don't harrow my soul, it's deepest part So wrongfully, with sagebrush-bitter doubt, Don't it let be occasionally cut, This tenuous thread, by which our hearts are bound. Don't tear the ties that join us, For their living tissue's very fragile, For we shall not restore them at once By growing them, so real, so agile. In our hearts. Let envy, that old witch Cast her aspersions, splattering the poison: No one but madman trust the rumors, which Are spread around. Only love is worthy Of all your trust. Leave jealousy behind With our love it cannot be combined! Sonnet 21 When hands are joined in embrace, And eyes are in the endless sight Don't let our words just stir that very bright And clear minute with their feebleness That minute when in one heartbeat Two hearts will burst and fade again. So queer, it defies our trying to explain Words are but shadows, shifting, incomplete… When in the fire of self-immolation One twinkle with eternity can melt, Though our language is so vain, but let Your voice is as a fascination: With pain, and self-forgetfulness, and mirth No words one hears can be more inmost! Sonnet 24 Near the well I'm bowing down And touch it with my lips, so thirsty I'm drawing this uneven line Like bridge between us, frail and frosty And step on it, for you I start Each step on rope above the cirque. I'm falling down in the spotlight I'll take all agony and hurt. Which can't be stronger, the unhidden Fact that I am alive and craving. This deadly risk I'm happily taking For chance to see with you the Eden I'll pay the painful price of falling For twinkle of my freely soaring! Sonnet 10 That moment sky swung very slow Apart. The ground slipped away Don't leave me, love, now please don't go We used to share shining days! Don't leave the distant dreams I saw The songs and all the lines of mine Don't you desert me, love, don't go: The world with you is so divine! And only when blood in my veins Is cold, and when my soul's in flight, Then you, my love, is free to leave But only at my last goodbye Though even at the edge of being Love will remain my clear daydream. Sonnet 86 Yes, you can act as you are willing, All of your faults I will forgive, But I will never let you leave, Though of goodbye you're now thinking, You'll turn with this our passion in close linking By testing its impedance with no fright. Like fierce wind blow in the depth of night Will set the fire glowing and twinkling, As thirst becomes extreme and so endless, When for some hours we let it last, Thus our affection will not pass, For flame of mine is so quenchless The heart just can't agree and can't surrender To fate, when love's so vivid and so tender. Sonnet 87 King in exile remains a king, This is remembered by the crowd and court But beggars, even with the golden ring Deserve the fortune of the wailsome sort The fortune's folly is a sound reason But our life is constantly in change Here reigns and rules His Majesty The Chance Above all transient, perishable, fleeting. All comes to end: the fame and honour Will turn to nothing francs, pounds, doubloons The currency quite solid is the only The lovers' coins have a pretty tune, It throws you down, then you're high above, That golden coin with the name of Love! Sonnet 67 I search for a pin in stake of hay I search for love in disregard, And under foam search for champagne And nightingale beyond green buds, The naked body under clothes And essence hidden by the glare A little hope among despair And rhymes arranged in even rows I search for violet in the graveyard Find for my building ground so charred, Encounters, brighter, then goodbyes I crave for liberty and spell I search for a pin in stake of hay I search for love in disregard. Sonnet 75 I long for passion to be shared And still I suffer all this thirst It's so insatiable. I dare To reach love's temple, so inmost Pray to your eyes, your silhouette And deepest secret of the wame I pray as restlessly as that Naivety's in all I say. I pray insanely, without measure I'm whispering to you each sentence. Love is the only creed I treasure — I tell in worship and entrancement! I long to melt with you in it So our prayer'll be complete. Sonnet 89 A pilgrim, philosopher, free-liver and poet Enamored of ladies and art, I've been living here forever, I know it, Though now life of mine seems to start. This world is so cruel, so wicked and fierce, Where sweat with the blood flows down. But God's in my heart, that is known to exist, And people would name it Love. Yes, if not for it, what's the reason for me To enter this world, to be born?! The cover of treachery, scary to see Was not meant by me to be worn. No, life is a miracle, growing above The blood and the tears – the sprouts of love! Sonnet 94 Here are again love's traps and tricks Predicting them is not so easy. Which stranger's face can love depict: Of meretrix or the Mona Lisa? And even if you're duke of Guise Even if you're as smart as a whip Then all the same the lovely whims You will fulfill and act likewise: Along the ledge you'll go, so pleasing And sign so tender serenades, And kiss her footprints and her shade In Paris, London, or in Piza… Amour, you'll finally take your crop Love is the thing you can't fend off. Sonnet 105 Love and music I'm finally given to my love As I am given to the tune And I am yielding to the tune. As I am yielding to my love, For love and melody in me — Integrally they live and sound Like face so dear that I found Like fervent voice, so close as can be… They still resound in my soul Like lust for life and lust for happiness Like first oblation in your presence But if sounds fade, so far and small Then soul of mine will be deserted Like empty stage with went down curtain… Sonnet 111 Each thing's subject to rhythm returning The clothes, tune and poet's lines If not for them, much harder could be life Like that of warrior with no tunic The bottle of wine and the ale barrel You cannot fill beyond the brim, By winter fall the leaves of sallow And even Edem's too small for Eve Now all the heirs of Procrustes Would like to put me in the pencil case My bones they're breaking, very crusty But only soul they cannot chase. It is like aeon, all embracing But with no love it has no basing! Sonnet 113 Things have their cost, it's known In dollars, euros, cheques and cash. Thing have become so wiery, monotone, The ghost of lucre is turning all to ash I guess that is no place for bargain, Where hate and envy're mixed with greed. For me such life is very small and tangled I'm used to other count, another creed. And casting off the profits of transaction Which boil in one's soul and blood I never buy the fame or admiration, My Lord, such fate can be the true attraction: To pay for love with coins of affection! Sonnet 116 Yes, beauty is so multi-faced, So multifold and so diverse So evidently evanescent, Ingenious and so plain The pattern of the maple leave And ornament on crystal goblet… — The soul was craving for each droplet, And were yearning the eyes and lips. In the daylight or dream so fluid Descended slowly from the skies The earthborn women, said so lucid: Just touch my lips with lips of yours In love all beauty now occurs! Sonnet 118 The universe of Love to bear Isn't easy for the most of us. It's easier with Gavroche's glair To keep on go wearing the junks But even if the dignity you show Can't cover even your dress suit You soul, which is almost gone, Bereft of love your beggar's rout! All your attempt are good for nothing And all your luck is just in vain The circle of life where you keep running Where all you courage's senseless strain But sense in each thing can be found While entering love's endless current! Sonnet 119 I pray to smoke-blue bush of lilac I pray to apple-tree in bloom I worship Lord's ingenious findings And glorify the beauty's grove. The beauty, clear and pristine That tempts us through the centuries Like lady's precious memory Like lovely eyelids flickering Like Rose's scent so fragrant. Oh, flight of butterfly, so frail! For me you always will be sacred Soul always looks for beauty's trail The whole world it can roll down But love is still its only crown! Sonnet 120 The harvest time is now near… Ripe fruit are hanging from the tree In hands of your entirely giving Themselves, so generous, as can be. With yellow wax shine garden pears. And apples're burning like the flame. They turn to me and soul's embarrassed, They now have so much to tell About something long-awaiting, About something so concealed, About the endless, never fading About life, about myself… I fell the rhythm of universe And the love's essence so inmost… Sonnet 121 The beauty has become my faith: My pray to Her is endless. It is for Her I'll put on chains And step on pilgrim's path It's before Her on my knees I'll bow At Her virtuous holy things, Where the clearest water's falling down With sagebrush like honey, bitter-sweet, Where lilies gleam so white, so far away, The haystacks smell so fine Yes, beauty is my faith And the Woman is divine! All worship is entirely for her, None kind of beauty is inmost that more! Sonnet 126 This is secret, so luring and burning This is marvelous centuple oval This is tender and ardent smile, Which, due to fate's inconceivable turnings Tempting us with the lust that still lasts Curing us as a goblet of balm In the soul tender flowing chant The concord of the skies consonance: Carefully drafted, sculpted and carved Some greatest artist, with true inspiration All this heavenly grace incarnation In each women I hoped to find All this grace for entire immersion In Love's light, in my inner devotion! Sonet 130 From lovely lips reproach's not a reproach Although it hurts more painfully and deeper. But bitter words for you I will not search And hit the target with my shot so meanly. Hard feelings will not shade my eyes. And anger won't take unawares my mind. My heart won't be deceived with tone hostile Won't quench in soul the love song sound. I used to be much easier to hurt But since that time I things have changed a lot God give the blessing for the ones in love And teach them to forgive, and seek forgiveness! For penance isn't derogation, is this? Thus faith expects the blessing from above… Sonnet 133 To feel eventually love's fever In all your blood, in all your cells, So, that you soul's entirely speechless And take the life as gift you can't expel To give yourself completely in response Like Romeo and Juliette, every instant Trouveres, poets and you, minstrels! Your love was strong without repose Shakespeare, Ronsard, Petrarka, Dante How wonderfully love was elegized Like Rafael's' divine and pure art Talent of Love, so high and so sacred Oh, Lord, just give me such a blessing In love with love to bring Her my confessing! Sonnet 132 Sonnet of power And here I see the large tenth-bared jaw… Oh, how such a vision is disgusting Here's a though, inside my mind it grows That «power» is the predator, so lusty. When torturing of victims, strength and power, Still hiding beast's appearance under guise It, even if at scandalous expiry It keeps on stealing, keeps on telling lies. And there is no darker deed than this And there is the greatest of misfortunes More scary than the virus, is the greed Of power, in its uncontrolled disorder. The power rests on mud and blood And only power of love I praise… Sonnet 135 The theme of love and jealousy is old: It goes back to Adam and Eve. In every home this drama is perceived. And victims grind by these millstones… The jealous one himself is cause of torment And even crown will not keep him still Desdemona with no guilt was killed, Though she was faithful to the great extent. She closes the vicious circle of the love Her name is written as the love's true sister. But as her brother iron there glistered — So many hands that love has stained with blood! But no, of love I have another vision: The one I love, I trust with no excision! Sonnet 136 Love can't be jealous, as the passion can: The passions puts the hidden traps To which fall even those experienced With words of Iago, don't lie, don't condemn! Oh jealousy, you choose your prey from us And our hearts are painful and so hurt, You play the drum in rage, but now stop, Don't hurt the feeling by absurd mistrust The passion is the despot, so merciless No tyranny, which can be more wayward But love is balm, the therapy and ward Of all the soul's wounds, of all the turbulence, The Love is graceful, kind, but the most upheaval Brings jealousy, much envy and much evil. Sonnet 137 The love is free, such is its essence When flows, even stones break: The wall destroys and the defences: No shield is left for me to take! I wanted to erase her features And to forget… But then my heart Will ache and will cry out loud Nostalgia, the ghostly creature! I can't find help in the oblivion, By which I tried (while it was trifle) To hide the feeling, to forget… — But I give up and here's my chest: Well. Love is just a worthy rival To end my life, so sad, so trivial. Sonnet 138 Oh, can my affection be a sin When deep in love I lose myself No sinner is who duff and dumb Who cannot love and cannot feel Who laughs at highest words of love Who dear lady's eyes dislikes And lips of hers is not enjoying Who doesn't know the love's folly That one just lives in vain his life. And I recall now and again The Romeo and Juliette story These children's love was so involving And even death had brought them fame I drink a toast to loving souls Indifference is the greatest fault… Sonnet 139 Yes. Cupid shoots so randomly, but sure Defeating, dazzling everyone, Love potion's easy to be done: For youngster and for someone mature, For nun, for gigolo, no matter They all will suffer passion's pricks But the love's suit… Here's nothing better: And haute couture's extremely cheap! Cupid, your genre is operetta. You shoot the movies bright and splendid, You are the favourite of all ladies: Life's grey with you, and I don't flatter! And I'm subject to passion too I fell in love, so now I do… Sonnet 144 To you, oh, ladies, whom I loved All songs and sonnets're dedicated You're muses who inspire all created And Lord had sent me blessing from above. Yes, I was dumb, then fire of affection Revoked the answer in my soul So Earth before the dawn, so still, it is just waiting But with the first ray clamour will unroll Since then the Love's my genius and judge And beauty is my highest mentor And soul of mine, the humble shelter Is filled with feeling, I can't hide, I sing the praise, but not in vain Each line is warmed with loving flame! Sonnet 145 Oh, that's indeed is a kind of torture The bow touches vibrant chords… The violinist's young, but each accord Resounds like a voice of fortune. And gently violin surrenders And he is ardent, as a hun And wise, just like the runes creator. Soul, like a snail, went to the sun And opens up towards the music And, trembles like a singing violin, The spell of music make her sing She soared, clear and illusive In glowing worlds, so high above When filled with miracle of love… Sonnet 146 These autumn flowers in vase: Bright asters, roses, bunch of cranesbill… I give respect to nature thus — Which joins forms and author's will. I make attempt in every phrase To surface facets so precise, That filigree would not entice Won't be deceptive as the strase. So that like diamond, perfect sense, Was clear and concise, not flabby, And sacred as the walls of abbey… Oh Lord, give me talent and such strength To vent the soul enchanted cry! So lucid to all passing by… Sonnet 148 I crave to know all people as the dearest ones To realize the events inner wheels To see effect and reason, evident and clear: I want to be, more sapient and wise. Absurd's the monster, scariest of all! …And due to it men draw their swords — Because of it all funeral and grief, And people are more fierce the beasts! And cry of woe is now in vain, No word can ever reach their ears: Cause now's deafness for our souls to tear! Misunderstanding is the endless chain… And I grew week before the locked front door… But love had found the key so long ago! Sonnet 149 There's time for everything and turn: And summer follows the spring's route, As night's successor, comes the dawn And the ovary becomes the fruit. The clocks tick on, and thus each moment, Dictates us sequence of the lines. And words are linked within the sonnet. And generations grow and die. Haste is the ghostly, bad mistake And lingering is just a guilt. And every failure and success: As a pirouette on sandy brink But breaking all the terms and frames, Love definitely will come in May! Sonnet 150 Love is a battle without mercy Without tears of compassion. Intrigues, snaring, fire of passion… — Through all the times, in all the verses. During the starry sleepless nights, The serenades are sung for Her. But under cloak the blade does blur Blood flows as scarlet as the wine. The Love, the treachery's strong ally And such al luring as naiads Seduces us to escapades And passion's cup becomes so dry With no regard to young and senior… But happy is the one, who did surrender! Sonnet 151 Seems like the gift I hear your voice: The art of note and speech around: In Forerunner's mouth how did you sound! How did you wake the hearts' rejoice! And young and old were rise by feet, And they were going under shells: Rumor was like a furnace flames, How did you kindle ardent heat! The Christ, The Circe, Demosthenes, Grand Opera, La Scala, Covent Garden… The ship was lead right on the rigs so hardened, When helmsman heard the Sirens' sing… — You really have ambrosian treat! But I love most your voice's being sweet… Sonnet 152 My eyes! What's for your roaring crying?! Why so much salt humidity in you?! You didn't pass Butyrka, Gulags too… Who is your punisher, who is defying?! Oh, heart! Where do you rush tantivy? By strike of sword it's felt such pain! What kind of blood turns red… on paper's stain? – Where is this dawdler doctor?! Hurry, do actively! And why is my brain now so inflamed? What woe does bother his poor mind? His mind just cannot bear it, it's bind. Like Hamlet I'm, by madness, tamed! How can I overthrow tyranny power?! That's what you've done to me – the fervor… Sonnet 153 End of the battle, the fighting roar faded: The last redoubts are yield to enemy — Within some minutes everything was destined — The scalade was so rampant and so dashing! The hero fought with courage of the three And being captured tried to break the tether: His veins were swollen of such efforts! — Such metaphors're tremendous as can be. That's the result: defeated and so mean, He was much calmer, than a little lamb: Inside his nostrils they put rings He went so humble behind them. That one's insane, who once confronted feelings I gave my all to you, no armour concealing… Sonnet 155 The frantic flame was burning down And fire tumbled as if in rage. And not so less was all its power: Each moment made it fade away. As if a hungry wolf, it used to tear All that it could get into its jaw, And all was turning into smoke With which the soul was seared… Thus, everything burned down to ashes: And there was left only some embers — A gulp of water in the thimble: Though ashes still so slightly glimmered… I poked it – and it suddenly appeared: The passion's burnt, but love is here Sonnet 185 And poetry, and nature, and truelove… — I have divided between you the year. Look: all the words are feminine here: For still with women I'm in love! I'm serving them gratuitously: I don't expect awards and otherness Though, race female is such an abyss! I'm ready sink into it happily: To plunge in love, as to the pool, and then To reach the shining, highest peaks And languish with the timeless thirst… This is the real lot for men! No other greater thing! I've be won: The rank «enamored» the highest one! The love itself's invited as a witness Sonnet 213 As witness love itself I call, And I devote all thoughts to her alone, I feel it in my heart and bones, I live in world only her all! Afloat she'll keep me, The time I sink into her arms, The time I step on the abyss's edge for harms When live in vain and ditch my soul too dreamy… I'll blissfully exchange for moment's love, Those vain desires a ridiculous crowd And to her knees ardently bowed, And kissing her, and foot above… As witness love itself I call, I live in world only her all! Sonnet 214 To go out dry of water: It is not possible to play: You have to pay for all this anyway But you can't count the moves in advance like author. What's at the door? – Touch it, come in! There someone's waiting, waiting, will not wait! There happiness like bird is beating in the grate! Just go away, away… – that voice's whispering. Should you have something or shouldn't worry? For possession itas loss, which you can see… So are you ready pay such fee?! — To mad and dare you're to hurry! Let for love reward the pain of separation: For moment's love, I'll take all tribulations! Sonnet 226 Neither sparkle's jewels' glows: Emerald, brilliant and sapphire; Nor masters' diligent labor in fire, Weaving miracle clothes; Or neither oil of all sorts' rubbing, Which gives the tenderness to skin; No couturier's famous work must be, Nor hairdressers' tryings; Nor bathing in the pink bathtub Among the petals carnations' and roses' And neither spirits any narcosis, Nor brow's being arched and dub — Do not multiply so fascinating Like look that's Love's pacification! Sonnet 228 Everything that a child asks for, being shoveling, For what the coquette gives feigning game, And anything to have for someone is not shame That's suddenly and rashly costs propelling, What's just a whim for man's being rich, And any vain and absurd whim, And any shameful sinful seem (For what it's must to spend for doctor's speech), Any desires, furious agility, it means, And career, deal, success and treason — Everything on earth has its price and reason: For money you can buy all things… But nightingales don't sing for money: And you can't buy true love's the moment honey! Sonnet 230 The passion's madness can obscure mind, And him, be joking, taking on the muzzle-sight: But passion had a mind trapped through all the days and nights, The passion in the mind you cannot find! So putting people into frantic temptation, And passion's life mindlessly spends for small mite And tears flow down the pillow during midnight In mad thirst for passionate ecstasy's ocean… Love, like a precious vase, Keeps divine drink itself: Mind doesn't tolerate from love to loss oneself, It just goes back to the highest phase! And love and passion always bound: Without love, the passion is a misfortune you can found… Sonnet 231 Languishing, willing and be getting crazy, To lose your mind from your mad passion And gasping madly from happiness flashing: I have the feelings' prison for all the freedoms more amazing! Love ramblings and frenzy of passion — Is my home in the middle of the storm, bad weather… But passion subdues all by cruel power whether: You do not dare to argue back to her expression… And what's the dignity and scepter of the king to her! He boasts on her in vain with power: She shamelessly on him naked shoulder He's grieving, groans in the passion's throes and fears… But power of passion is short and vicious: Just power of love is forever empowered and vitious! Sonnet 232 So over years, wine has aged in barrel And it gets taste which is unique. And time drafts race indelible like creak: Not possible to blot out mortals there. That time your youth can blush your cheeks — It gives our life indomitable heat. But what about brilliance of the mind, which gives maturity in meet, She cannot find, alas, or seek. For pawn, the path is always winding into queens. A priceless diamond – stone without cut. But ages from the canvas don't erase the paint and do not shut: A hundred years old stagnant masterpiece! Over the years, feelings get maturity: Except of traits of love – there's nothing in the world more perfect and saturity! Sonnet 235 Oh, take pity, passion, take off me the spell! Oh, no, extend, extend your captivity! Days and nights at knees in front of your superiority: I barely breathe; the world became as narrow as the cell… And I conclude an eternity in my arms: An ordinary mortal – trample on ashes! Losing my mind, calm and got no wishes: And what will happen – I won't hear alarms! I live a moment, dissolving in it, I shiver in chill and feel the heat And, like a madman, I believe a mirage, But I don't even dare to lie with a sigh! And by every word to the feeling pilgrimage: And all who love – is for me nigh… Sonnet 251 Night mist: how it wakes wishes, How incites passion in the chest! — Come to my earnest embrace: After all, thirsty lips are for passion flashes! Hurry aside impediment of costume — By bareness my body cool! О mind, do not judge the flesh as fool: She is weak, her deeds are sinful, I presume. And yet, where, hypocrite, you see a sin? — After all, this touches everyone's skin, The Lord gave us, telling us to love each other, And we are serving Him with my beloved… So why sensual blizzard is going further, Just a reason to be reproved? Sonnet 252 Oh, how smartly you lure in the net, What are you drawing – a fairy mirage: Cheat-passion, I am your court page, I'm docile, as children are obedient. After all, it is you who dictate these words, Again driving me into heat and rage, And you give the carriage to the porch So that I forget with you everything in the universe… You torment with thirst soul, sight, hearing! — Because of you, I'm like a madman… Burn me again in your arms So I almost give up the spirit! But the body's separated from the flesh, And you will die… to be reborn afresh… Sonnet 253 Imagination – you have forwardness: You are for her, as logs for a fire! You awaken languor and reverie And claiming the power of voluptuousness. You make the eye shameless pilfer, Again to hunger and thirst gratification. You plunge a poor mind into obsession, Where for nothing he risks to disappear! Line fluidity – bend, camber And nudity: a rag of teasing cloth… Imagination – sensuality hands A moan and a sob are uttered from my kisser: In them, and the beginning of passion and denouement… But the forbidden fruit is always the sweetest! Sonnet 266 And your body pattern, so glamorous, Of fateful temptation comprised… I was carried away to the abyss By your look that was so undisguised… — And then my blood get into a tantrum So grateful to lips' gentle mugging And you were so mercilessly bared I uncovered my soul, so you dared… So artful was your hands caressing! And bodies clung to each other! — You made me insane, just in passing, And like a night bird, you flew out… And flying for you has no purpose, But I rave again loveliness. Sonnet 267 I keep on live in some awaiting Of sunset, midnight, and the dawn, Of the appearance of new song, And I'm delirious in waking… I feel the grass under my feet, And guess I can trample on Lethe, And find all answers, solve all matters… In some awaiting still I live Of luck, discoveries and happiness… — What's time – the doctor or a headsman?! But anyway I'll argue with it As snowstorm in March is defied by swallow, Just like the hope defies the grief: Just once again, love, set me time to follow! Sonnet 139 Life is like puzzle, bright and queer: Like carnival with no end! Sometimes I used to dance unwearying Sometimes was staggering my gate. But in the fit of the despair: When, probably, the game was lost, The life's sacred rite I still adhered And pain seemed sweet, and so it was! The loving fever – ardent flame Was burning me and burns me still: How strong was love and suffering! So recklessly I felt in love again! As a page so humble I serve my Love: Ascend its heights so above… The language of love… Sonnet 22 The autumn evening washed off paints being colored In a transparent window's mirror And we were made our empty masks to zero: The soul was naked discovered… But if it all is tritely pretty What is passion, say Are lips' desired mystery essentiality What are hands' warm and power, dear anyway And this attraction's magic, And eyes' Inviting lights, First moment of convergence is so fragile?! — Hurry, come to me to finite! Love will open arms for us: Try on the dress of honey thus! Sonnet 31 I can't compound these «You» and «you»: To say to You just «you» I do not dare again, And if I say, that moment I will rue — How did I dare!? How could I answer back You then?! You are on pedestal for me all time I see you as a woman on the Earth upbeat… You were hugging me today and that's not crime, And you were giving me your feelings heat! That's I'm bewitched by You, I guess And that was you who did awake my passion… And I'm commanded by your power too much passing, My tenderness to you owns just my words. Whatever my impudent tongue will say: I used to call you – «You» – only such way! Sonnet 32 Is it reality or it's just dreaming, That you are mine for now? How couldn't I fall in love with you be beaming?! How could I live, was knocking on another door, just how?! Affectionateness, languor are passion's madness At once they dragged me into swirl: I yield your power of love, thus I have no successes, As pilgrim, I'm at your gate, so well… Be seeking to the holy Mecca, went to you: In the desert of feelings I raved for you, the power… The gift of love is given just to me as man as due: Let drop your shrines this hour — Let thirst me quench of love: I cannot live without it for now! 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