Bezmelnitsin's Gallery :: Denis Bezmelnitsin : "Lilies"

Denis Bezmelnitsin

Lilies

Une nymphe adorée, et belle entre les belles
Comme parmi les feux que Diane conduit,
Brillent tes feux si purs, ornement de la nuit.
André Chénier

Flits morning sparrow - foreteller of joy
'Mid branches of rowan in snow -
Foam of the ocean of sky, evening tide
Brought it and clad dreamy trees; lilies of ice
On my window - congealed poetry; Northern wind
I did beg to carry sonnét to Pauline,
He touched it, and thus,
It froze on my casement, alas...
These flowers - rhymes petrified me remind
The splatter of moon, the bloom of July.
Engraving by winds: breeze and of North -
These lilies are yours:

Glows the candle in marvellous night
'Mid candles of strangers sailing on brine,
So bright, pellucid and pure her glimmer to be;
The jewel of night, time of songs and of Spring...
Pauline, this jewel is you; A garland I twined -
The garland of dusky, moon-luminous rhymes,
Thy beautious neck to adorn... Where flows
The river of midnight chansons, on the scope
Between earth and first heaven I found
A meadow of lilies - shimmering sounds...
I cropped and composed this sonnet of moon,
But luna, indeed, is hid within you;
Just listen to her songs, alone, when at night
She chants, scarcely heard, "This pearl unique find!"

February 2018