I can’t imagine for a moment
Adolf Shevedchikov
I can’t imagine for a moment
That all I wrote will disappear.
No offspring will ever comment
On what I’m looking at and hear,
Will never touch a life-giving stone
With a heart beating’s indication...
I can’t imagine to be alone
Like a cemetery’s dry carnation.
I can’t imagine I never met you...
There is gray ash instead of fire,
The rainy times that will subdue
Any advance, the least desire.
I kiss your marble quivering shoulder,
I’m so delighted, I’m so fused,
Oh, Galatea, my devoted Muse!
And let eternity close this folder...