Cultivated Lilac Blooming 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. To Felissa Kruut My dear Felissochka! My most exquisite! I give you "Minstrel" and all my dreams. You are beloved by all that's delicate, My sweet Felissa - My violin! May to the crude one you be an egotist - I care not: You are most loved by me! My most talented! My sweet Felissochka! My one sought after! My destiny! The hate of sin here is love of marriage: You like it when I say "bride" to you. Symbol of Hestia! Little Hestochka! In you again I will find my youth! By Igor Severyanin Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat
