Unquenchable thirst of love…

Cheat-passion, I am your court page,
I'm docile, as children are obedient.

After all, it is you who dictate these words,
Again driving me into heat and rage,
And you give the carriage to the porch
So that I forget with you everything in the universe…

You torment with thirst soul, sight, hearing! —
Because of you, I'm like a madman…
Burn me again in your arms
So I almost give up the spirit!

But the body's separated from the flesh,
And you will die… to be reborn afresh…

Sonnet 253

Imagination – you have forwardness:
You are for her, as logs for a fire!
You awaken languor and reverie
And claiming the power of voluptuousness.

You make the eye shameless pilfer,
Again to hunger and thirst gratification.
You plunge a poor mind into obsession,
Where for nothing he risks to disappear!

Line fluidity – bend, camber
And nudity: a rag of teasing cloth…
Imagination – sensuality hands
A moan and a sob are uttered from my kisser:

In them, and the beginning of passion and denouement…
But the forbidden fruit is always the sweetest!

Sonnet 266

And your body pattern, so glamorous,
Of fateful temptation comprised…
I was carried away to the abyss
By your look that was so undisguised… —

And then my blood get into a tantrum
So grateful to lips' gentle mugging
And you were so mercilessly bared
I uncovered my soul, so you dared…

So artful was your hands caressing!
And bodies clung to each other! —
You made me insane, just in passing,
And like a night bird, you flew out…

And flying for you has no purpose,
But I rave again loveliness.

Sonnet 267

I keep on live in some awaiting
Of sunset, midnight, and the dawn,
Of the appearance of new song,
And I'm delirious in waking…

I feel the grass under my feet,
And guess I can trample on Lethe,
And find all answers, solve all matters…
In some awaiting still I live

Of luck, discoveries and happiness… —
What's time – the doctor or a headsman?!
But anyway I'll argue with it
As snowstorm in March is defied by swallow,

Just like the hope defies the grief:
Just once again, love, set me time to follow!

Sonnet 139

Life is like puzzle, bright and queer:
Like carnival with no end!
Sometimes I used to dance unwearying
Sometimes was staggering my gate.

But in the fit of the despair:
When, probably, the game was lost,
The life's sacred rite I still adhered
And pain seemed sweet, and so it was!

The loving fever – ardent flame
Was burning me and burns me still:
How strong was love and suffering!
So recklessly I felt in love again!

As a page so humble I serve my Love:
Ascend its heights so above…

The language of love…

Sonnet 22