She fell asleep under the chanted words.
there was word 'My', excitement of the string,
And it overflowed in tender word 'Yours'.
And virgin stiffened in scary-sweet dream.
She saw in sleep. That out of her womb
there grew a blade of grass. Brook splashed in squirts.
And beautiful and not a scary snake
was fondling her. And tree grew up from stalk.
And the thick branches went out to the heavens.
And apples and the birds shone golden there.
And thunders, lightnings shaked there, and bright dawns.
And forest grew. And many forests grew.
And someone put a ring with the red glitter
put on the finger of the chosen queen.
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СОН ДЕВУШКИ
Она заснула под слова напева.
В нём слово «Мой», волнение струя,
Втекало в слово нежное «Твоя».
И в жутко-сладком сне застыла дева.
Ей снилось. Нежно у неё из чрева
Росла травинка. Брызгал плеск ручья.
Красивая нестрашная змея
Ласкалась к ней. И стебель вырос в древо.
Ушли густые ветви в небеса.
В них золотились яблоки и птицы.
Качались громы, молнии, зарницы.
И вырос лес. И выросли леса.
И кто-то перстень с блеском огневицы
Надел на палец избранной царицы.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This girl sleeps and dreams - two common place activities, but the result for her are anything but common place. Her dream seems to be an imagining of Creation itself, almost as if her dream is innately creative and makes a whole forest come into being. I'm not sure how literal Balmont's poem is. In any case the poem is a wonderful exercise in creativity in form and content.