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Стихозбирка„Арнаутска Жетва“ Никодин Чернодримски

By Ezra Pound


HOW have I labored?
How have I not labored
To bring her soul to birth,
To give these elements a name and a centre!



She is beautiful as the sunlight, and as fluid.
She has no name, and no place.
How have I labored to bring her soul into separation;


To give her a name and her being!
Surely you are bound and entwined,
You are mingled with the elements unborn;



I have loved a stream and a shadow.
I beseech you enter your life.
I beseech you learn to say "I"
When I question you:
For you are no part, but a whole;
No portion, but a being.

Every night, when I lay me down to sleep,
I want to reach over, to feel your lips so sweet.
Although I know I cannot be there,
You will always keep me from having any fear.

The sheets are very cold;
I feel like I’m in a huge hole.
What if we never meet?
Would my life be any better yet?

I long for the day we lock eyes;
I want you to be surprised.
As much as you may imagine what I’ll be,
I can only be me.

So every night, when I lay me down to sleep,
You are in my mind with me.
And right before I fall asleep,
I wish upon that star for you to be with me.

jelena напиша:Every night, when I lay me down to sleep,
I want to reach over, to feel your lips so sweet.
Although I know I cannot be there,
You will always keep me from having any fear.

The sheets are very cold;
I feel like I’m in a huge hole.
What if we never meet?
Would my life be any better yet?

I long for the day we lock eyes;
I want you to be surprised.
As much as you may imagine what I’ll be,
I can only be me.

So every night, when I lay me down to sleep,
You are in my mind with me.
And right before I fall asleep,
I wish upon that star for you to be with me.

Јеки алал да ти е :worshippy:

It is a night of darkness, a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their pain. The dark one
awakes.

Night shrouds her stalking form,
a timeless fear.

Her black hair cascades over
pale shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of ecstasy,
I awaken.