A Fragment from Gumilev (2). Translated from the Russian by Simon R Gladdish


There were Pleiades in the sky, as on a woman’s dress,
Diamonds, full of fire.
Her brothers walked patrols,
And every one of them wanted to destroy me.
But I sneaked into her like a serpent.
Already she was undressed for bed
And said: " I won’t be yours,
Why won’t you meet me openly? "
But anyway gave in to me, we used
A counterpane to cover up the traces.
So we came there where calyxes of white lilies
Stand proudly in the middle of the water.
There I took her head in my hands and
She threw her arms around my torso.
How hot her mouth was, her shining breasts
Could only be compared to mirrors,
Her eyes were timid, as the eyes of a gazelle
With her young calf,
And since then the stupefying smell
Of musk in my bed is ineradicable.
… But what’s the matter? Why you are crying?

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