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Denis Bezmelnitsin

Descants of the Eventide
These descants of the eventide,
When light, like flower, outbloomed, declined,
Reclined on reveries of this past day -
Away, with cry of mews they fade away.
Please stay, and be with me a little while,
These melodies afore ye die,
And mute, diffuse in notes; and flute -
Enchanted flute of night will on
To mourn the day in yesterday forlorn;
But nay, I yet enjoy and drink these rays
Of setting sun, - the rum of poesy; I see the sails -
Of clouds - hazy dreams, maybe
They drift unto the South, to my Isle,
Then take these rhymes and bring them to my bride.

The sighs, the sighs of wind... it seems
That eve doth contemplate itself in stream,
In flow; so slow a river takes away a sullenness
Of sunken sun in mystery... in waves of shades...
The strains of doze and of night - this tide does lave
A brae I dream upon; this song
Of dusky firmament when dress in pall
Of stars... For us they shine,
They rendered into ladder to the sky,
I climb... They say to me, "But see!
Ye have the wings of wind, upsoar and be
A scud of scented breeze; a crane,
A melody of falling rain; a flame
Of the sunset..." A rivulet of moon
Hath rent wan melancholy of the gloom;
I sail upon this silvery stream, alone
Among the candles of the night; anon
The morn will burst in light, and brine
Will inhale the rays of dawn... Dissolved in rhyme
I fly... O my beloved, my sweetest crane,
Soon we shall be one merry wave.

They say, "Be ye a stranger in this world; thy home
Is beyond this realm, in dell of songs.
Regard the birds, be like a swallow
Drifting in the air amid the mounts of clouds..."
I hearken to this chant of winds, it fills
The heart with lovely tunes of June, methinks,
That angels' choir doth perform romance
On strand of heaven, and
This scent I'm breathing in; To me they speak,
"Take heed, thou hast become a wind,
Indeed, 'tis God the Lord who masters thee, and we
To be His words - the lights; praise be to Him."

A lid, a lid of night did rise, and eye -
Its name - the gaze of obscurity,
Glanced upon me; a sea had lost
The shores, horizon thawed
In bowl of night; the sky hath whelmed
The strands, and munifence
Of birds - their flocks, like blasts of wind,
Make rounds and sing...
"Fly then unto the mounts, on the summits high,
Reside thereat 'mid clouds, away from mundane life.
There are excessive rains of grace,
And heaven's fragrant waves; Thy crane
Is on another side of sky -
Thy soul exalted and divine."

I cried, "But how, how shall I cross the brine profound?"
- Immensity of sea - is ye, and thou -
Yet a wind, do skim upon the heaven's plain,
As ray of light and glorify the Lord
All-Kind and Great, the aim of road.

June 2017