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Text/Bryusov

My love is the sunny noon in Java,

It seems to flow from a dream a suffocating fragrance,

There's a bunch of lizards with their pupils closed,

There are flocks of pythons wrapped around the trunks of trees climbing upwards.

So you go into the garden that is hard to pray for,

Is it for rest, or is it for pleasure?

The flowers trembled, and the grass's breathing was short,

Magic is being performed everywhere, poisonous gases are being emitted everywhere.

Let's go: I'm here! We're going to enjoy it.

Woven with orchids into garlands. We play, we roam,

The body is wrapped around the body, like two insatiable snakes!

The day passed. You close your eyes.

That's where death is coming—I'm weaving a corpse coat out of vines.

Wrap your stiff, immovable body tightly.

Translated by Li Haozhi

Valery Yakovlevich Bryusov (1873-1924) poet, novelist, playwright, translator, literary critic, was the leader and outstanding representative of Russian symbolist poetry in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, and his works were translated into German, French, English, Italian, Latin, Polish, Armenian and other languages published in Europe.

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