Treasure Island

Vyacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov

(28 February 1866 – 16 July 1949 / Moscow)

Love


We are two trunks ignited by lightning
Two flames in the midnight forest;
We are two meteors flying in the night,
The double-stinging arrow of a single fate!

We are two horses whose reins are held
By the same hand, - bitten by one spur;
We are two eyes of a single gaze,
Two trembling wings of one dream.

We are a pair of shadows grieving
Over the holy marble grave,
Where ancient Beauty slumbers.

The two-voiced mouth of secrets shared,
We two make a single Sphinx.
The two arms of a single cross.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • Elena Sandu (5/17/2013 7:52:00 PM)

    It is because of poems such as this to bring as joy for life the reading! Thank you for sharing please give us more of this wonderful poet! (Report) Reply

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