My seared ocean is still beating,
the blood through veins is tearing and rushing.
without camps - in prison I am sitting,
without knowing the charges, laughing.
We will continue to kill our love -
that love, of which small stupid songs are sang.
But it will make us soon more pure and bright,
and we'll find Love that's stronger than the sun.
We poets are - the killers of one love,
of selfish love, the earthly.
But we - spiritual singers of that love,
which makes us see that happiness is close.
Majeure, and the enlightening of the mind,
and minor key, pressed down so low.
I'm killing love out of the Russian gun,
in English fire the shot for controlling.
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Еще мой бьется старый океан,
и кровь по жилам мечется и рвется.
сидящий как в тюрьме без лагерей
не зная обвинения, смеется.
И мы любовь продолжим убивать -
ту, о которой в песенках поется.
чтоб только чище и светлее стать,
и обрести Любовь сильнее Солнца.
Поэты - это киллеры любви,
любви эгоистической, землистой.
Но той Любви - духовные певцы,
которая увидит счастье близко.
Мажорность, высветление ума,
минорности, придавленной так низко.
из русского убьет любовь ружья,
и из английского - контрольный выстрел.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the killing of lower love so that the higher love can flourish. The fire of this higher love ascends to heaven, because fire always ascends, and its fuel is the burning up of the lower orders of love, or purely earthly love. This poem gives the whole scenario of the spiritualization of love. The poem I WILL LOVE YOU etc. focuses on the transition from earthly to divine. From the Knights of Amour to the Saints in Heaven - the long journey of redemption, what Dante called the Comedy, because it has the happiest ending of any possible story! !