Yuri Starostin Poems
Demon. Mikhail Lermontov.
* PART 1 *
The melancholy Demon, the spirit of exile,
He flew over the sinful earth,
And the best days of the memories
Before him crowd by the herd;
Those days, when in the dwelling of light
He shine, the pure cherub,
When the traveling comet
By the kindly smile of greeting
It liked to change the places with him,
When, through the eternal fogs
Greedy of the knowledge, he watched
The wandering caravans
In the space of the abandoned stars;
When he believed and beloved,
The happy firstborn of creation!
Do not know neither a ...
Carolina Valery Alalykin
In the foreign, far Emirates,
In a wave of the Persian gulf,
I have appeared suddenly in the embraces
Of the unexpected and playful destiny.
The sea shooks unsubjected,
Lapped at night at our feet,