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Nov 03, 2017 11:56

My beloved took me like a fortress.
It had been a long and desperate siege.
Until, perceiving
that the heart of the citadel
lies clear and open in front of her,
she set flying over my walls and domes
her star-spangled, wine-dark colors.

The heady wine of her total attention
makes everything exaltedly high and whole.
The penetrating sweetness of her caressing words
enchants away all pain.

My beloved has taken me like a fortress.
And still the rooted foundations in the ground,
in the chill, ever-damp earth
are still dreaming of the extasy
of ultimate defeat.

poems in english, for x, стихи

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