søndag 22. april 2012

There is something so winsome in you !


Sparks of gold in your dreamy eyes,
Under eyebrows like fir-tree boughs...
Mating grouse in my fancy arise
When I hear your unhurried, soft o's...

So fresh, so sweet and somehow so dear
Are your lips with corners upturned;
Full of pristine Vologdan strength
Are your big hands with rings unadorned.



Tall beneath my window you pass;
Your stature's so much to my heart !
Just to look at your with your golden braids
Is like seeing one's native part.


If ever you sank in a river,
I know I'd rescue you, my friend.
Even a dark sea billow
wouldn't arouse my fear.


If ever a beast in the forest
Dragged you off to its lair---
I'd find it out of a hundred;
The road that would lead me there.




To a nine-headed dragon
I would find the way too,
And from the hands of the Skeleton King
I will manage to rescue you.


But you haven't sunk in a river,
Nor were you caught by a beast,
Into my heart you've sunken;
You're safe, but I've lost my peace...


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