Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Wladyslaw Szpilman - Chopin Nocturne No. 20





Light - like strings of golden beads,
The taste of a night-leaf on the lips.
Free us from our daily stresses,
Friends, know this: I inhabit your dreams.

--Marina Tsvetaeva






when trees as gilded as bees

Above the 61st parallel, the colors of Autumn mark our parting with the bees, and the last days of real warmth. I had begun to transl...

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