From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   In violet and purple bloomed the lilac,   
   The lilac bloomed in pink and white and pale.   
   We headed toward it on a tortuous trail   
   Across an ancient fir and furrowed park.   
      
   Sea to the left; river ahead, and hills -   
   Behind; the blooming lilacs on the mounts   
   Weave from the gentle smell delightful clouds   
   And breathe the timeless redolence that heals.   
      
   The lilac bloomed, and to my love I told:   
   "If only I could take pen in my hand!"   
   And she responded sharply in her stead:   
   "The lilac blooms - large, and like ruby and like gold."   
      
   The night is fickle, nervous, luminous.   
   The kisses, nibbles until lips turned blue.   
   There's so much taste and elegance in you   
   The lilac bloomed - the bodies bloomed in us.   
      
   By Igor Severyanin   
   Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat   
   https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)