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The
Birth of Eve |
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To Nina Verbuck picture |
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Not from the Adam's rib - oh, no, |
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But from delightful songs of Eden, |
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Like fruit which falls down being ripen, |
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In ancient times Eve had been thicken, |
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And then the Light have got the go. |
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Birds' voices had begun to ring, |
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And like a guard at world's head of bed |
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Light pillar rised - the Love name it
had, |
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In silence there were to be made |
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The miracles of life and spring. |
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The cover shell was thrown down, |
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And Eden was enveloped in bracing flames, - |
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And Eve had come to each for pangs and
waits, |
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And to the humans of every states |
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She had descended in fate crown. |
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And Adam was freezed, in admiring and scare |
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Of sky-shine naked and beatyful female
friend, |
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But Eve the first had held out her hand, |
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And after strong alarm in the end |
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The passion had come, so great and fair. |
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-Be blessed, the Eden as a garden of Love's
might! - |
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The Lord proclaimed, holding out His hands
around. |
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And angels' melodies began to sound, |
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They celebrated and were proude |
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That light defeated total night. |
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08.1998
Yury IVANOV |
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Oh, how dissimilar the women are! |
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Sometimes a woman looks like
fearless falcon; |
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Simetimes she looks like swallow on
the roof; |
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One woman is a crane in grass and
flowers; |
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Another is a duck on sky-blue water; |
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One is a female eagle that flies in
clowds; |
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Another is an owl on rotten stump. |
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And after all each woman has beloved
man. |
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And just she is the only one for him. |
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Ancient Korean
classic poetry |
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Verse of
unknown poet |
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(Translated from Russian
Akhmatova's version) |
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