Иосиф Латман - СТИХИ Избранные. POEMS Selected

Fortunately, we don’t know what can happens sometimes,
In summer or in winter, catching up with us…

Hidden thoughts’ flocks are overcome us, —
Like I seem to see dreams, without closing my eyes.
March 2021

Любовь закатила глаза,
В чувственном прячась полоне…

Бокалы наполнены… За
Наше безумие… Тонет
Тел невесомость, мерцая, во мгле…

Гроза… развела полусонных.

Бумага, перо. Вино на столе. —

А надо ль всё знать посторонним?..
Декабрь 2010г.-Август 2017г.

(Free translation by author Yosef Latman)
The love rolled its eyes,
Hiding in sensual invisible circle,

We lose ourselves, in madness,
Filling to brim our glasses.

Shimmering weightless bodies
Are drowning in darkness…

The thunderstorm… part the half-asleep lovers.

Paper, pen… There is wine on the table…

But need if outsiders know all about us, love labeled?
May 2019- March 2021

Не для тебя банальности признаний
И волны эротических утех,
Восторги опостылевших свиданий,
Очерченный губами талый смех.

В глазах моих стоишь ты, как живая:
Упруго тело, чуть насмешлив взгляд,
Как будто Небо, женщину ваяя,
Постигло смысл неведомых услад.

Движенья наши страстны и безгрешны,
Глаза смущённо прячутся в ночи… —

С русалкой так аукается леший,
Так вторят им смешливые ключи.
Апрель 2003г.

Not for you the platitudes of recognitions
And the waves of erotic pleasures,
Insincerity of raptures of the boring love dates
And lips, outlined a drooped laugh and soul’s ache…

In my eyes you as alive from my life book —
Elastic body, slightly mocking look,
As if, sculpting a woman, not a stone, —
The Sky catched the meaning delight’s unknown. —

Our movements are passionate and sinless,
Eyes, shyly in the night, in dark sinking, —
So wood goblin plays with the mermaid,
And, hiding, they one another signs sends:
«I am»
And, purling, risible brooks are giving echo them,
But, their noise in the high grass wane.
August2020 – June 2021

O, that passionate tango! No equal him has may be … —
Clear, bright are the movements. Gusty are tango steps.
Heart is anxiously beating. And… the breathing more rapid, —
Like have flying squirrels, hover over abyss. —
In star sky looking black they, – like fantastic it is!

We had merged… by soul and body in tango wave.
The everyday life is forgotten … – only tango and we.
As in our youth we are gentle and not very brave,
Only tighter the embrace … – like if You whispers me:
«Mine». —
As in past, each other we in love both! And that’s very fine!!!

All words, my friend, are superfluous:
Tango will say better to us
About dreams unfulfilled and lost happiness…
Keep, pleas, our secret… And no one will know
About sorrow, hidden in our sad eyes…
This would be a grief show…
12.02.2020 – 24.03.2021

Всё те же облака над головою,
Всё тот же необъятный небосвод
По-прежнему любуюсь: и травою,
И солнцем, и ручьями талых вод.