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Article #829148Re: White Waltz
From: will.dockery@gma
Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2022 15:06
Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2022 15:06
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Victor H. wrote: > Ilya Shambat wrote: >> >> O what a ball! Intensity of movement, nerves and sound! >> The hearts were beating in three beats and not in twain. >> And ladies were inviting gentlemen >> To a traditional white waltz - and took the breath away. >> And you, that dance with sorrow together, >> Decided to invite that one girl long ago - >> But you must always leave to go somewhere - >> To help somebody or to ready for a war. >> And all, still closer, the more real it becomes, >> She, one with whom you had intended to come in, >> She comes in order to invite you to the waltz - >> And in your temple blood was pounding. >> Externally calm in a ball full of noise, >> You're given away by the shadow of yours - >> She tore, and broke, and trembled in blurry light, as you spun. >> Held gently by the hand, and whirling her like mad, >> And you could have put her across a knife's blade >> So why do you stand, crossing arms, not your own and no one's? >> It was white waltz - the end to doubts of unbelievers >> An end of childhood consolations, dreams and games - >> Today the ladies were inviting cavaliers >> And not because the latter weren't brave. >> The ladies are called forth in time of ball >> And waltz spins heads around, like long before. >> But we must always answer someone's call - >> To help somebody or get ready for a war. >> Whiter than snow is the white waltz, spin now, strive! >> That snow does not get interrupted as it falls! >> She came in order to invite you to a life - >> And you were white - whiter than walls, whiter than waltz! >> Wherever you were - in the lyceum, in the tavern - >> In palace halls, in school - whatever luck despite - >> In Russia ladies were inviting gentlemen >> In every age to the white waltz, and all was white. >> Dulling the sight, not looking to each side, >> Through the despair, silence, quiet, resignation, >> The women hurried to come to our aid - >> Their hall - the size of the entire nation. >> Where you will go, wherever you will fly >> Recall the waltz - how you were white - and smile, you'll learn: >> They'll wait forever - and from sea and from the sky - >> They will invite you to white waltz when you return. >> By Vladimir Vysotsky >> Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat > Quite excellent, Vladimir Vysotsky was one master of a poet...! And thanks to Ilya for bringing his poetry to American readers with his translations. 🙂
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