Читать книгу Unquenchable thirst of love… - Михаил Годов - Страница 38

These autumn flowers in vase:

Bright asters, roses, bunch of cranesbill…

I give respect to nature thus —

Which joins forms and author's will.

I make attempt in every phrase

To surface facets so precise,

That filigree would not entice

Won't be deceptive as the strase.

So that like diamond, perfect sense,

Was clear and concise, not flabby,

And sacred as the walls of abbey…

Oh Lord, give me talent and such strength

To vent the soul enchanted cry!

So lucid to all passing by…