(23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966 / Odessa)

Celebrate

Celebrate our anniversary – can’t you see
tonight the snowy night of our first winter
comes back again in every road and tree -
that winter night of diamantine splendour.

Steam is pouring out of yellow stables,
the Moika river’s sinking under snow,
the moonlight’s misted as it is in fables,
and where we are heading – I don’t know.

There are icebergs on the Marsovo Pole.
The Lebyazh’ya’s crazed with crystal art.....
Whose soul can compare with my soul,
if joy and fear are in my heart? -

And if your voice, a marvellous bird’s,
quivers at my shoulder, in the night,
and the snow shines with a silver light,
warmed by a sudden ray, by your words?

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beautiful writings- There are icebergs on the Marsovo Pole. The Lebyazh’ya’s crazed with crystal art..... Whose soul can compare with my soul, .../// so beautiful poetic expression
This is poetry. Loving, kind and tender. A wonderful poem shared by the talented poet.
A nice poem with a beautiful flow. Loved it. 'And if your voice, a marvellous bird’s, quivers at my shoulder, in the night, and the snow shines with a silver light, warmed by a sudden ray, by your words? '..is such a nice stanza. Thanks for sharing.10++++
Thirst in winter for love has beautifully been put into poetic marvel
A marvelous poem, rich with rhyme, rhythm and enchanting melody. A pleasure to read.
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