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Denis Bezmelnitsin

To Charming Pauline

Et quand descend le soir au manteau d'écarlate,
Tu poses doucement ton corps sur une natte,
Où tes rêves flottants sont pleins de colibris,
Et toujours, comme toi, gracieux et fleuris.
Charles Baudelaire

Amid trees of garden enchanted you stroll,
Enthralled by your beauty blooms orchard, and songs
Of southern birds float and morning bepaint
In colours of joy, in tinctures of grace...
Lace of cloudy dreams is thy couch
Bound of love poetry, melodious chaunts.
The sounds of pouring sunrays thee awake
Every morn, you behold the sunrise, you gaze
At sunset, when on rosy mount spills savoury red -
That claret - my heart, remember me when
You see it, this moment is soul of poet.
Said blissful rain to the ocean, "You know,
So gracious angel saunters in grove
Of the whispering echo, she cares for us -
Spirits of flora, moreover, she loves
Our carpets of corals, prodigious work
Of watery muses, conclusion I make, she belongs
To our realm..." "Peri she be," Ocean said in reply,
"Smile of the dawn, charming song, morning tide..."
Isle of your birth forever be blest,
February third be a jovial fest!

January 2018