Time and love. The novel in verse. George Pospelow
she – angelic
appearance, devilish part?
A one day
flower’s smile
increasing the joy four-fold?
A Californian sequoia
four millennia old?
Now recall
someone or something
the most beautiful for you.
Isn’t it undeniably
the best of all views?
The essence of family life
The Earth’s salt and fruit,
air’s beginning of beginnings,
water’s flesh and blood,
fire’s a sacred place
are in the just only
baked bread which
your hands had set
on our family table —
a warm kindness of peace.
Time has no power over love
Time automatically
throws out of its memory
obsolete episodes,
from relations —
obsolete feelings,
but never love.
Heaven knows when
The entire range of feelings,
the electricity in our blood,
which fire our love,
will repeat themselves
in the two to come:
their flare will give the light
off to the sky and the Earth,
to the hearts of those
who are there in-between.
Our love will pass on the other
two in a relay race, but
Heaven knows when.
What is merry in love?
We asked an unfettered wind:
“In love, what’s merry?”
Content, it responds:
“To kiss in the wind, misery.”
Love will perceive and inspire
Solving the equation of a dialog,
you multiply a mystery
of a heart-to-heart talk —
a flight and a whirl of thoughts,
an innate ability to inspire —
by a gift to comprehend
and the virtue of been loved.
Time heals
Love in separation,
elation in sorrow
lightly winnow
the curves of melancholy —
flute sounds,
words’ sorrow.
You can’t and don’t
depart your love:
the fun of masquerade
is a poor bravado:
you dare try reloading
or suppress emotions.
If you can’t stand it,
if your chest is whining,
you’ll see the way
and call the cranes
to stop the tremor.
The cranes trumpeted,
forgetting the rule,
kept ex- and inhalation,
reduced the cry of fun.
The hearty cranes
saved from thorns.
Love will rescue
How to believe in people
if not needed by people,
if unjustly turned down,
rejected, torn down?
Alone is hard in trouble,
vicious misery-trouble.
Broken is the sail of faith,
torn into shreds is the faith.
I felt the oldness despair,
a man’s highest despair —
almost over is the lifetime,
useless was the lifetime.
A minute lasts oblivion,
just shrink into oblivion,
find repose in wine…
This choice is not mine.
I need your eyes in the blue —
smiling fancily in the blue —
in them, to see the answer,
desperately needed answer,
What is next? Give up?
Shrink? Get used? Give up?
Or get a life – and be,
to win despair and be!
“Beauty is until the altar, and the mind is until the end”
She has a wise zest:
goes her way,
lives her mind,
is acceptable to all.
Intuition, intelligence, memory
serve the mistress turning on
at the right moment
and inspiring the face.
These features differ her
strikingly from other women.
Even after the altar, her spirit
of beauty does not go out.
May
An Indian week
a. Love invents new dances
Loving hearts devise
new dances themselves.
b. No obstacles – no love
No love without obstacles —
so say love chronicles.
c. Pain of love
Even anguish of music’s fire
can’t fight a heart’s fire.
d. Love rules
A timid love despotically
rules over reckless bravery.
e. We fall in love keenly
Afraid to lose our love,
we