Lyudmila Purgina

Freshman - 678 Points (Russian Federation)

A.Blok, Nope! I'M Not Ready... - Translation (Rus.) - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

Nope! I'm not ready to fall with you
Into emraces fatal. Which will last for long.
When we - can't untwine hands, together hooked,
When in the night we can't break lips off!

I'm not ready to get blindness far
From lightning in the thunderstorm,
As well as the violin's violent howl,
As well as a tide of inexpressible boredom;

Digging my head into the ashes far,
With burning head, as if the first man - Adam, did,
Who was burned with a luminous Divine fire...
I'm ready to return you back to me...

I'm ready to return you, but without lie,
Without poison... But you call for me!
And your look poisonous foresees the paradise
Of different kind! - But I'm conceding,
Knowing your snake's Edem -is hell,
Such bottomless and boring well...

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 2, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 2, 2012


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