"In Human Closeness There..." by Anna

In human closeness there is a secret edge,
Nor love nor passion can pass it above,
Let lips with lips be joined in silent rage,
And hearts be burst asunder with the love.

And friendship, too, is powerless plot,
And so years of bliss with noble tends,
When your heart is free and known not,
The slow languor of the earthy sense.

And they who strive to reach this edge are mad,
But they who reached are shocked with anguish hard --
Now you know why beneath your hand
You do not feel the beating of my heart.

by ANNA AKHMATOVA(Born 1889, Died 1966)

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, October 1995
Edited by Dmitry Karshtedt, August 1996
photo by Aihibed Magaña

I Carry Your Heart With Me

I Carry Your Heart With Me
by E. E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it inmy heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is doneby only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)