My stairs were covered with ice Ледяные ступени

My stairs were covered with ice.
And there, behind the line of clouds
Their curves gathered into one breathing,
Your breathing over me.
I couldn’t rise yet,
And the days of my ideas passed.
I didn’t learn to fear
And fell among stones.
My knees were hurt and covered with blood,
My hands were wounded.
There was not any light and
Shadows lay upon my heart.
And it seemed to me, that you were a darkness,
Covering the white light.
And it seemed that your breath over me
Was carrying death to me.
But the kind heart was oozing out
By your tenderness; and the ice was melting.
And everything that suddenly was revealed in you
Was like a sweet honey.

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Мои ступени льдом покрылись
И там, за облачной чертой,
Их виражи в дыханье сбились,
В твое дыханье надо мной.
Я не могла еще подняться,
Скользили дни моих идей.
Еще не научась бояться,
Я падала среди камней.
И разбивала в кровь колени,
И руки ранены мои.
Там света не было, и тени
Тогда на сердце налегли.
И показалось: ты был тьмою,
Закрыв собою белый свет.
Твое дыханье надо мною,
Казалось, принесло мне смерть.
Но сердце доброе сочилось
Твоим теплом, и таял лед.
И все, что вдруг в тебе открылось,
Лишь источало сладкий мед.