Cultivated Lilac Blooming Poem by Igor Severyanin

In violet and purple bloomed the lilac,
The lilac bloomed in pink and white and pale.
We headed toward it on a tortuous trail
Across an ancient fur and furrowed park.

Sea to the left; river ahead, and hills -
Behind; the blooming lilacs on the mounts
Weave from the gentle smell delightful clouds
And breathe the timeless redolence that heals.

The lilac bloomed, and to my love I told:
'If only I could take pen in my hand!'
And she responded sharply in her stead:
'The lilac blooms - large, and like ruby and like gold.'

The night is fickle, nervous, luminous.
The kisses, nibbles until lips turned blue.
Theres so much taste and elegance in you
The lilac bloomed - the bodies bloomed in us.