a human’s soul, kissed by love
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*Summer, farewell!*
One sunny September day.
recollecting the past summer
*Impromptu*
by Lesya Ukrainka (Larysa Kosach-Kvitka, 1871-1913)
(the incomplete translation and the epigraph are mine)
“Oh have mercy on me.
Keeping silence, keep out.
Listen, hour approaches,
oh golden midnight
hour.” (Lara Biuts)
At the hour when nicotianas blooming,
shining in the night mist like a falling star,
pale with a secret passion,
then everything around submits to an obscure power.
And if you are with someone at the moments,
and the eyes are shining
with mysterious fire like a reflection of the starry night,
and the beloved voice sounds like rippling of a magic fount,
run away
away from the casting a spell.
For it’ll make fire in your heart, at the hour
when nicotianas blooming.
At the hour when nicotianas blooming,
everything around is delusive.
The silence of the night is dangerous like silence of a fatal roller,
which keeps a silence of a tomb.
And often, it goes like this:
a swarm of sounds comes, and like a bird you feeling startles,
and recollection gives a glint in darkness--
it’s like an unknown friend opens a book of a forgotten novel--
oh! if your repose is dear for you, don’t touch the pages of the novel,
at the hour,
when nicotianas blooming.
For Mr Stephen Fry's fans -- New Adventures of Mr Fry:
http://www.stephenfry.com/2009/01/29/twitter/
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Lara's favorite quotes
