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Santa Clara Rasul Gamzatov

Santa Clara
Till the morning I wander on parkway,
All I will not see enough of Santa Clara.
Perhaps it from ancient legend -
This city with a tender name?
All are repeated by me gently: Santa Clara.
And to call with the hope: Santa Clara.
And I whisper sadly: Santa Clara.
And I stand in a mute: Santa Clara.
Who has constructed in the honour of `im darling
The city of the beauty un-repeted?
Who has presented to `im bride
This city-fairy tale, city-song?
I hear, the guitar in the distance sounds.
I to you admit, Santa Clara:
My life is fine and rich
By the names that for the heart is sacred.
This is mother - you hear, Santa Clara.
This is the daughter - o, more silently, Santa Clara.
And my sister in an old aul.
And my wife, ah, Santa Clara!
I was able if to create a miracle -
The cities I would built everywhere.
The cities behind the rivers, the mountains
By the darlings names I would names.
If each city is married
With a name of the finest of a women,
A people could sleep then quietly
And an enmity and a wars would disappears.
All then were repeated hourly
The names of a fine their girlfriends -
The same as in a calm of your parkways
Till the morning I repeat: Santa Clara...

Rasul Gamzatov. The Final price.
Moscow: the Contemporary, 1979.

До утра брожу я по бульвару,
Все не нагляжусь на Санта-Клару.
Может, он из древнего сказанья -
Этот город с ласковым названьем?
Все твержу я нежно: Санта-Клара.
И зову с надеждой: Санта-Клара.
И шепчу печально: Санта-Клара.
И стою в молчанье: Санта-Клара.
Кто построил в честь своей любимой
Город красоты неповторимой?
Кто же подарил своей невесте
Этот город-сказку, город-песню?
Слышу, вдалеке звучит гитара.
Я тебе признаюсь, Санта-Клара:
Жизнь моя прекрасна и богата
Именами, что для сердца святы.
Это мать - ты слышишь, Санта-Клара.
Это дочь - о, тише, Санта-Клара.
И сестра моя в ауле старом.
И жена моя, ах, Санта-Клара!
Если б сотворить умел я чудо -
Я бы городов настроил всюду.
Города за реками, горами
Милыми назвал бы именами.
Если б каждый город был обвенчан
С именем прекраснейшей из женщин,
Люди спать могли б тогда спокойно
И исчезли бы вражда и войны.
Все б тогда твердили ежечасно
Имена подруг своих прекрасных -
Так же, как в тиши твоих бульваров
До утра твержу я: Санта-Клара...

Расул Гамзатов. Последняя цена.
Москва: Современник, 1979.
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Poetry.com 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 6 reviews.
Saraswathi Vicky More than 1 year ago
Diana Sitnic More than 1 year ago
nice poem
Cody Smith 11 months ago
I liked it thanks!
Bobby Ferguson More than 1 year ago
very nice, never been to Santa Clara, but you make it sound like a place I wish I had been to.
Bokwe Julie More than 1 year ago
Well penned!
Ellie Moxin More than 1 year ago
Dont get me wrong, it sounds like a beautiful poem, but i think the reason i didnt get it is because i have never heard of a city named Santa Clara.
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