In human intimacy

(Перевод стихотворения А.Ахматовой "Есть в близости людей...") In human intimacy there’s a sacred verge. This can’t be reached in pure love or passion. Let lips in frightening silence merge And heart be braking up with true affection. It cant’ be gained in friendship or be bought With any high and fiery emotion When soul is really free and not involved In these voluptuous and sluggish motions. And those who aspire to this verge are mad. And those who have reached it are in sorrow… So now, I believe you understand The reason why you can’t my heartbeat hear, feel or follow…
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