Поэтический перевод произведения «Апрельский антидот»,
автор исходника на русском языке – Станислав Пилипенко
http://stihi.ru/2025/04/12/7935
By the spring my soul’s grown to be weak,
And with snow I am seemingly bonded,
Forest’s peace, so hibernal and meek,
With its secret before me responded.
But the April grew noisy with rill,
And my heart senses: warmth is anear!
My soul’s lump has calmed down its chill,
Chilly poisons no longer appear.
Step-by-step and this chill will retreat,
And the wishes of old reappear,
In my soul sunny pigeons will tweet –
Thus defining romantic frontier.
N.B.
The soul sometimes retreats to winter,
And feelings’ flowers fall asleep.
The pilgrim’s not an endless sprinter,
Unseldom jesters turn to weep!
April antidote
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