Asleep
Alexander Degtyarev winter 2005y.
Raven's song in the golden silenceЕ
Echo has hit
the nerve of the observedЕ
struck my chordЕ
Autumnal branchesЕ
Vernal thawed patchesЕ
And my mother,
embroidering,
makes the winter,
relieves the coldЕ
Essence entrailsЕ
Nonsense entrailsЕ
We can't hope ourselves to be filledЕ
Castles in the air are no doubt so hollowЕ
It's a bonfire.
Let's throw the firewords -
without throwing some light upon,
without throwing out a suggestionЕ
So boulders which are so inaudible
just seem to start to moveЕ
(the only moment of the night)
Time shall do pass,
and boulders are still prayerfully paralyzed,
but we still - full tear -
do not know or careЕ
* * *
As long as moment
there are no reflections in the portraitЕ
moreover, in the self-portraitЕ
The one, who's weak, is licking his lipsЕ
The one, who's strong, does faintЕ
And God shall faint
from watching artist, who is strong
and still alive, but dead,
but nevertheless so aliveЕ
* * *
I'm still asleepЕ
You're coming
up with or without the birdsЕ
You seem to turn on the deep yellow lightЕ
Taps water continues my dream-streamЕ
Moistened mirror above the wash-basinЕ
Oatmeal porridgeЕ raisinsЕ there's no oatmealЕ
ЕI hate advertising!..
A falling chestnut and a little bird
are back to the moment,
when I have just drawn the curtainsЕ
Then I recollect my yesterday,
therefore feel my tomorrow at onceЕ
Suddenly it's got darkЕ
Fabricating the present is too much
like using exhausted matchesЕ
