'I Was Young...' Valery Alalykin Poem by Yuri Starostin

'I was young...'
(Free yamb)
I was young, lucky, oars!
The short way terrestrial did not understand.
I could not live without a music and a songs!
And how many years are to me, never remembered.
It was pleasant to me, when it is careless
We joyfully were wandered on a wood together.
I have been enamoured you forever!
But we spoke so simply - about nowhat.
But when in the apart the grief has attacked
And I from an sill have fallen ill,
Soon you have conjured it,
That without you I could not live.
The misfortune watches every day us!
It still waits, when we will stumble.
And the heat rose again in the evenings,
And I was all time called you from a darkness …
My look as the star world, is disseminated.
You to anybody to me not to compare.
I am cast by a what love,
The moon only can spill a light.
And again to a soul it is disturbing, do beholding
The bottomless mysterious height,
When suddenly unexpectedly burnt down the stars
And fell somewhere downwards.
What night is! I cannot fall asleep!
Again the fever is replaced by a fire,
And on a soul the such grief …
And the sweat flows by a cold hailstones.
And here all -by- so you have come!
Has clung to a head of my hot.
And I felt, as the pain has left
From your tenderness attracting.
The evening air on the fragrant flowers
Was infused by the mysterious spring.
I weigh sank in your eyes radiant
And at last has found a rest.
What night is! I caress your breast
And as the child I nestle on it.
With you on a light I forget all.
I am only yours, and you are most natives!
2008