In violet and purple bloomed the lilac,
The lilac bloomed in pink and white and pale.
We headed toward it on a tortuous trail
Across an ancient fir and furrowed park.
Sea to the left; river ahead, and hills -
Behind; the blooming lilacs on the mounts
Weave from the gentle smell delightful clouds
And breathe the timeless redolence that heals.
The lilac bloomed, and to my love I told:
"If only I could take pen in my hand!"
And she responded sharply in her stead:
"The lilac blooms - large, and like ruby and like gold."
The night is fickle, nervous, luminous.
The kisses, nibbles until lips turned blue.
There's so much taste and elegance in you
The lilac bloomed - the bodies bloomed in us.
By Igor Severyanin
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat
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