Hamlet

By Boris Poplavsky

Hamlet, you're leaving... Oh, please stay with me!..

We'll touch the ground and, while weeping, doze off out of sadness!..

We'll take delight, unto tears, in the shaming of all earthly griefs!..

We'll scream from sadness, like no one had screamed out before us!..

Hamlet. Please, know that a love can melt snows!

You'll touch the ground and you'll whisper, "Forget every thing!"

And that old crescent would slide out its horns,

Redden the dawn star over homes that we sleep in.

Hamlet responded: “Forget about me,

There, overhead, monstrous birds in approach keep on sailing,

Quietly blossom the flowers as vast as can be,

With unforgettable faces that smile out within their flaming.

Souls made of azure are spinning in blue-colored dreams,

Rose-tinted bridges float over the ocean of lilac.

From them the Angels call softly to those who still live,

Into a novel, sublime, inexplicable living inviting.

There, at great heights, sprout their blossoms grand frosts,

On a pink mountain’s peak calmly sleeps a young dreamer,

Gardens swim by, over rose-boiling dawns,

Air brightens in, glowing poles blue and gleaming,

Red butterflies, mutely, snowflakes drift stray,

Faintly on walls streaming thin strands of fire…”

But now, fading off ‘til some fresh burst of days,

Hamlet melts through violet skies of Valhalla.

"Hamlet, You're leaving?!.. Oh, please stay with me!"

Under moonlight

the mad girl

is singing sad melodies.