A.Blok, The Girl From Spoleto - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
A.Blok, The Girl From Spoleto - Translation (Rus.)
You are so slim, as the candles in temple.
Your gaze - as sword penetrating me all.
Girl - I'm not expecting from you any dazzling -
Let me to burn in the fire as monk!
I dare not any happiness, caress.
Could I outrage you with my touch, being rude?
Only I look at fence as a painter,
Where you pick the flowers, 'n love you!
By and by - you are with wind driven far away -
By hot sun scorched - Maria! Let me to see
In you a cherub, who flies in the heaven,
Let my heart - test a sweet pain from my feel!
Quietly I interweave in your dark curls
My precious brilliant of secret verse.
Greedily I throw loving heart to a source
Of your dark eyes, shining bright from love force.
3 june 1909
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/30/2026 3:00:48 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
You have newly translated (I think) the work of a poet called Blok, like it, will google him