Earth maiden. Poetry about love

© Irina Tarasova, 2022

© Vladislav Poroshin, 2022

ISBN 978-5-0056-8503-2

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Earth Maiden

 
Oh, if I were a queen,
I would make you rich.
From gold I would
sprinkle with a kiss all loving.
 
 
Oh, if I were a Gorgon,
I would incinerate you.
Eyes as greedy as a flame,
I would devour loving.
 
 
Oh, if I were a Madonna,
I would idolize you.
I prayed, languidly looking in your wake,
Enslaving myself.
 
 
Oh, if I were Minerva,
I’d confuse your tracks.
I couldn’t get out of captivity,
and all paths would lead to me.
 
 
Oh, if I were a Hazara,
I would steal you away at night.
And I would ride away without looking
to love you in the steppe.
 
 
You are Mine,
by the stars and by the taste,
аt least I won’t be able to come to you.
Not Penelope, I’m an Earth Maiden.
 
 
But I was able to wait for you,
If you were on your way.
 

A dream in reality

 
A few months ago,
where winter is only in the picture,
a girl dreamed of love,
as if everything was in a foggy haze.
 
 
It is not difficult for her to love from afar,
but sometimes, suddenly,
as if from around the corner,
Melancholy rolls up.
 
 
There is sadness in her eyes,
though there is a smile on her lips.
In her dream, she is only happy
with one who carefully looked into her soul.
 
 
Оpened his arms, not afraid that it might
not be necessary.
She praises all the heavens for that,
What is Love, Longing, Separation.
 
 
After all, this is the only way
she could understand,
she is alive, and she really,
really needs him.
 

The only one

 
God sees what he has done,
time does not sharpen the laws.
He illuminated the path with light with love,
sewed canons for us with conscience.
 
 
Eternity is not destined for the worthy in vain,
the choice is soul or body.
You were born only for love,
I believe in it boldly.
 
 
God is boundless, the motive is beautiful,
the truth always triumphs.
How beautiful! And how pure!
The image of the goddess rejoices.
 
 
Sadness at work, problems in the family,
only under the moon of dreams.
How beautiful! Thank you!
Your light has found its outlines.
 
 
If I were a god in an empty world,
embodying my image,
I created a woman like you,
always remembering your face.
 

Bird

 
I want to open the window,
and fly like a bird, far away.
Where my darling lives,
and it’s not easy for me to reach him.
 
 
I will find you by the light
that shines above you, my dear.
This is your sign, because
you are my angel.
 
 
I will sing like a lark,
and I will wake you gently, my dear.
Only you hear me,
recognize the virgin in the bird, dear.
 
 
I am your beloved,
and I want to be with you, my dear.
You let me in, let me in,
open your windows, my dear.
 
 
Without you, I will be lost,
in a world that is alien to me, dear.
 

Who are we

 
Nothing lasts forever under the moon,
one of the classics said.
I disagree, I object,
I will give you advice from the heart.
 
 
Don’t expect anything bad from life,
you look for dignity and become yourself.
To give them my heart forever
with a confident soul.
 
 
The second sage said,
be afraid of your desires.
And again I disagree with him.
 
 
I’m not afraid of my dreams,
they lead me like a thread.
And those others who are afraid and think
that life has no better benefits.
 
 
I feel very sorry for them, because
they throw out a white flag in advance.
And only with the third I agree
that time is our ally, not the enemy.
 
 
Getting to know each other without a trace
will help us only in this way,
keeping us at a distance as a referee,
not allowing us to get close.
 
 
So who are they? The minds of the earth,
who have already known pain,
and we are fools, not understanding,
stepping into the abyss ahead?
 
 
I see it like this: whoever wants happiness,
he must go to the worthy ones.
I want so much! I wish so much!
To find your own on the way!
 

Love is a punishment

 
With a beautiful fairy tale as a legend,
I will tell my story.
It is unlikely that you will recognize yourself in it,
but there is a love order hidden in it.
 
 
«From the depths of the Siberian valleys
towards the southern steppes,
a beautiful eagle flew
up to meet its fate.
 
 
He turned for a long time over the fields,
not knowing where that edge was.
His hunter spotted him,
took a bead on him.
 
 
A shot rang out,
and like a stone the eagle fell on the water.
No, he was not killed or wounded,
he became a hunter ringed.
 
 
Now that he is intoxicated with hops, he sits on his
shoulder as if he is not alive. He forgot everything:
where he was flying, what he was dreaming about,
and finally who was waiting for him.
 
 
And it was supposed to fly higher,
from the eyes of people under the clouds.
Fly to the blue-winged eagle
that awaits him from afar.
 
 
God alone knows how long
he will be in captivity.
But he remained unknown
just an answer to her pleas».
 
 
That’s how it happens in people’s lives,
you go to meet your fate,
and suddenly, some fateful case,
good or bad.
 
 
And you fell behind,
and everything seemed out of place.
So be steadfast men,
stronger than life’s obstacles!