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Denis Bezmelnitsin

Tabriz. Dance of Wind upon Blue Hill
Wind made a round, respired, calmed;
A sultry air shivered, then
A silence; abruptly yet
A motion rapid, whirling dance...
Did blend the wind, a flame in rhyme,
The verse dispersed in rays,
Illuminated sky...
White mantle reels; A dashing wave
Of passion whelms,
No limitations of the place remain'd...
A round, running rhythm, a round,
Setar enchanted thus resound;
The very chord hillócks bepaint
In tinctures of the passion, flame.
Yet burst the tune, enflamed setar,
Upon blue hill is dancing star;
One with the ONE; the tune is on...
The strings did blast, in fire turned;
Yet only rhythm, heartbeat of flame,
We fly at sky somewhere away...

July 2018