Author of quotes: Valery Bryusov. Page 3

The stars were quietly whispered,
The stars looked at us.
Honey, trust me - in the hour
The stars laughed at us.

There's a thin powerful communication
Between the contour and the smell of the flower.
So the brilliant is invisible to us, yet
Under edges does not revive in diamond.
So images of a volatile fantasy
Moving clouds in the sky,
As if petrified, then live century
In the perfected and completed the phrase.

Great close to the elusive,
Only solemnly published it,
We all go through before the great past
See a random link.

The pale young man with burning eyes,
Now I give you three of the Covenant:
First take: don't live the present,
Only the future - the area of the poet.
Remember the second: nobody sympathizes,
The love is boundless.
Keep the third: worship art,
Only to him, vazrazdane aimlessly.

Rock to the rock; the silence of the desert;
Yearning of the winds, and hot spleen.
Between the inscriptions and festive paintings
Stores two images of the rock Shrine.
The demons in the arms. One
Looks at the world with haughty pride;
The other inclined, as the fallen Lord.
At the bottom of poetry, it is not erased to this day:
"Good and evil - two brothers and friends.
They shared path, their lot the same."
Unclear meaning of cuneiform signs.
Ringing sometimes the recognition of the Nightingale;
Comes tiger to the foot of the cliff.
The rock is silent. Answers there is no question.

Summer evening, lush,
Summer evening again...
To me your voice heard:
"I love another".
Heart bitter awe
The former is full of char...
Heard a quiet babble:
"I love another".
Smolky, idle murmurs!
Away, rebuke! Word!..
Audible whispers:
"I love another".

We met her accidentally,
And then I dreamed about her,
But the long cherished secret
Lurked in anguish.
But every Golden moment
I expressed the secret of his;
I saw the blush of embarrassment,
Hear in response I love.
Erupted and anxious eyes,
And lips merged into one.
That's an old tale, which
To be young always meant to be.

We two banished in the desert, homeless,
We - in the abyss of eternity the blind couple of shadows...

Let the worries of life, and the day that past,
Otsluzhen bitter thoughts disturbing
And the soul of sorrow insidious gnawing;
Look into the sky,
Where fell the starry dew,
Where the milky Way as a band,
Lay and light on lights multiplies;
Look meekly in miracles-
And Eternity will gently destroy
In you the earth the voice
Sleepless memory put
The blindfold of darkness of the eye;
Hardens without falling tear,
And a moment in the endless weary!
Celite sacred vastness
All the pain, all my greed, all my rebellion,
Humbling power of hopelessness
Dream of a life!
Night, of the mysteries of the creation of bonded,
Countless stars, the rays of the jet
States that are next to us - adjacency
Other worlds, there - edges,
Where there is love and tenderness,
Both death and life, who knows whose?
The sky only polubinski
The planetary spheres, dal - track,
That all the hosts of suns and our "I"
Leads to space - the Inevitable!

I was, I thought, I was like smoke...

The dagger of poetry! Bloody lightning light
As before, ran through the loyal steel
And again I'm with people - because I am a poet.
Then, lightning flashed.

In all the corners of the housing, in the aisles, behind the doors
Are the beast, the invisible people:
Disease, horror and thoughts of those who first
Lived in these rooms and believed here hope.
All of us, from the first days of entering the old house
Under their influence, the mysterious live.

About a clever playwright, fate, I shout Bravo
The winning scene, where death itself is slain,
How it was rigged truthful and deceitful.
The end of unexpectedly, and it is inevitable.
Admit it, the role I held with glory,
Do not scream "encore" and me from all sides,
But I, eyes closed, lying in the darkness of bloody,
I'm not going to tell them I killed by.
I love the beauty of the unexpected defeats
My fall I praise and sing,
Do we still, you or I onstage.
"All life is a game". I am wise and admit it,
One desire in me, in the dust prosterto,
Learn how the fifth act will unleash the fourth.

In vain life goes next
Day after day, year after year.
We lie love, a word, a look, -
The whole essence of man lies!
No strength to speak, no power to hear
Powerless ear, a dead language.
Only time knows what to utility
Insanely glaring Creek.