A face, a woman's face,
May be not beautiful at all.
But one will start a deadly race,
Completely under face's thrall.
Where is the secret, if there is?
Which threads of silk pull so tight?
Perhaps the answer is just this:
Being burnt by beauty is the greater fright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Racing from perdition by Lev Brekhman A face, a woman's face, May be not beautiful at all.But one will start a deadly race, poem is about the truth on the subject..thanks dear