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Denis Bezmelnitsin

Ontario Lake
I contemplate the mirror of the sky -
Ontario lake is before my sight -
The lake of shining waters... When
The tide of day and evening blend
In gust of love, and lake reflects this sentiment:
A dance of winds on firmament vermeil,
A calmness of the dusk; a sullenness and pain
Of heart when lovers do dispart...
Expanse of thine entranced my soul,
I want to be the moon to poise
Upon your vast at night and shine
Like this reflex... I want to glide
As glides this moon upon your breast -
Smooth as a glass... On love, please tell
Me some melodious rhymes,
Ontario - the mirror of the skies.

Replied the lake and spake:
O lover, know, from ale of pain
The song is born, the song of crane,
The mortal burns, full hands of ash -
Dispel it on the wind; the heart of flesh
Is no more, on desert shore
Its ruins are, in silence do deplore,
And go... away; for heart of flame
You gained; The heart which feels a wince of the moonlight,
A joy of morning brook, the Autumn sighs
Of wind... Don't grieve, or if ye grieve like me,
Then listen to the falling sere leaves of reveries...
But know and beware: the revenge -
One's broken heart, one's tears, this pain -
Shall waste all what you gained; a walking grave
You'll be... Then plead with God, He may forgive...
O lover, give,
And nothing ask; Be like a lavish rain -
The rain of stars... True love is pure and reckons not,
True love is shine of heart, and doesn't seek reward.
Thy meed will be from God.
O lover, know, that if
You put yourself on the first place - it is
Not a true love; O lover if you are afraid,
Ashamed to pronounce loud thy beloved one's name -
'Tis not true love; O lover always do forgive,
Even though your beloved did leave,
And hurt thee, - forgive and leave...
O lover, know, that a true love
Does never envy, but enjoys the gains of the beloved,
And grieves when the beloved is sore or sad,
And helps and gives unasked, remember that!
Yet from myself can add,
That if ye haven't learnt
The language of thy beloved, - then it is not
True love.

July 2017