A.Blok, At The Open Doors... - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
A.Blok, At The Open Doors... - Translation (Rus.)
At the open doors - something's glimmering,
Outdoors, behind windows - images.
I don't know - ingnorance dissembling,
While asleep - I'll flow in visions.
In the silent air - melting, knowing...
Something's hided, laughing at...
What is laughing? May be mine, and longing
Heart, which's beating joyously yet.
Is it spring outdoors - pink and sleepy?
Or it is You - Clear - to me is smiling?
Or it is my only heart loving - living?
Or it's only seeming? All's recognizing?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/25/2024 7:32:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is the first poem I`ve read by a Russian poet and I enjoyed it. The only other modern Russian poet I know ist Yevtischenko (I know, the spelling is wrong) with Stolen Apples (?) . Good work.