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Adolf P.
Shvedchikov,
Ph.D., Litt.D.RUSSIA
| Adolf P. Shvedchikov is a Russian scientist, poet, and
translator. He was born May 11, 1937 in Shakhty, Russia. He has
published more than 150 scientific papers and about 200 of his poems
in different international magazines in Russia, the USA, Brazil,
India, China, Korea, Japan, Italy, Spain, Malta, and Australia. |
My Path is Faraway
My path is faraway.
Perhaps many times I will shed tears
Before I reach my fondest star
Tearing up the clouds of a mundane life.
Sometimes the fog covers my eyes
And I lose my way,
Sometimes I am frozen by a chilly wind.
The betrayal of love is known to me.
I am a terrestrial creature,
But all my life I have tried to reach the Olympic mountain.
I dreamed about the laurel wreath
Of the famous poet! I would like
The face of the Madonna in my dreams!
With sadness I expect to awaken from my dreams!
The good and evil mixed into our lives, and later
Only the velvet darkness will envelope us!
Dancing Shadows
We will flash by dancing shadows
Never understanding the enigma of life.
We cannot say: "so that's what it is all about!"
And every time we begin over and over again.
You are looking for a resolution of these problems
In the dreams among dancing shadows...
You Went and Did Not Say Goodbye
You went and did not say goodbye
Feeling tired and tedious
As we were never close to each other,
As I never kissed your hands,
As we were never together in hard times.
You went, and the cold wind
Of a mundane wasteland
Brought a sadness to my heart.
You went...That is what happened.
And I do not want to talk about it anymore!
Why Are You Looking For a New Love?
Why are you looking for a new love
When you still feel the fire of your first love?
Trust me, you will never find again
Such innocent devoted eyes.
Why are you trying to tear
Your heart into pieces?
You know perfectly well
You cannot forget your first love!
Hopelessness
Give me advice and tell
How I can escape
From that tight sea-shell,
From the dim, ghostly cape
Of the withered, bitter dreams,
Unrealized hope,
I know, sometimes it seems
That endless is the slope.
How to stop the fall
Into an awful abyss.
I do not know at all,
In this world something is amiss.
A New Day Comes, Wake Up, Your Grace
Oh my amazed alluring face,
My amorous sleepy eyes,
Look how smiling are the skies,
A new day comes, wake up, Your Grace!
Oh, Let me kiss you and embrace,
The night went past, there is no moon,
Take, my beloved, the coffee spoon,
I am ready, darling, set a place.
I put the flowers in the vase,
I brought the milk, a piece of cheese,
Fresh bagels, butter, honey...Please
Shake off your angelic dreams trace!
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