A.Blok, I Recollect Your Tender Shoulders... - Transl.(Rus) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

I recollect your tender shoulders,
They are so shy and delicate by mode,
And also - the interrupted talking
By your caressing after joking.

I recollect your hairs gold,
Your chest voice with the exciting tone,
And at the parting - a lilac flower,
The pentagonal sign of love.

And much more - stranger in the view:
From a whirl of music and of light -
I recollect your shining sight
With welcoming and a secret truth...