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My breath my lips don't touch,
Rider-horse, finger-palm.
A horse god,
Sleepy god,
Crowbar in forehead - god!
To the fast legs -
Strength and bravery!
That would be sung
In villages for centuries:
Of escaped and barefoot - god,
Of bare-headed - god,
Flight, splash, whip, whipped - god,
Devil on the oars - god.
Cry - god,
Whip - god,
Headlong - god!
2
There is no trivet
And no fire.
Take me, take me!
With the Tatars
He will from me
Eat the horse bone.
Accompany,
The milestone!
"Where, quickness,
Is cross-your-chain?"
"Under khan's boots
Is cross-my-chain.
My town's in blood,
Chest without cross -
Adopt me,
Mother-versts!"
"Where, orphan,
Is your load-home?"
"Hearth - under ribs,
Under saddle - home,
My khan - Mamai,
My bread is angst.
To old one in heaven,
Church's porch-versts!"
"Why are you, beauty,
Strict to the khan?"
"Strict to the khan?
Memory's long.
My khan - like stone,
Moscow - like hole.
To angel's camp,
Versts-tablecloth!"
3
Your trace is untrammeled,
A crown is your tuft.
The burst and the crier
Screech under the hoof.
An incompetent fire,
An untravelled path, there. -
An unshod horse
Oh Russia-mother!
Your cotton's not selling,
Your goon has no arms.
A hook's in your mansion
And a trough with no charm.
I'll eat lots of bark -
Not a marvel it was!
Oh Russia-mother,
Spellbound horse!
Don't jump up - don't sit!
And once sat - do not blame!
But one horseman, Mamai,
For your taste is game!
A slanting vileness,
A thief's palm...
The unconfessed stallion,
Russia-mom!
1
Blessed are the ones that left your daughters, Earth,
To fight in wartime battle and to run,
Blessed are the ones that having never tried
Comfort went to the fields Elysian.
Thus grows the laurel - writer of the years,
Heater of battle, sober, with harsh leaves.
I will never exchange for bitter fate of love
The friendship's over-the-clouds cliffs.
2
Already gods' - not the same generosity,
Upon the shore of river's shore, not the same one.
Fly, fly again, the doves of Aphrodite
Into wide open gates of setting sun.
I'll leave in day, in which there is no count,
Lying upon the sand that's growing cold...
I've outgrown my youth and look upon it
Like snake that's looking at his skin of old.
3
In vain, inside the promised branches hiding,
Your tender retinue thunders above.
I drop a myrtle that did love so many,
I drop the belt that did so sweetness love.
With a dumb arrow that is heavily piercing
Freed me from these my shackles your own son.
Thus at the very throne of my calmness
You born of foam, as a foam be gone!
4
How many, how many of them, white and blue
Eat from the hands!
Whole kingdoms are clucking around your lips
O Lowliness!
In gold of cup the deadly sweat
Does not translate.
The mantle-wearing general will vanish
Like dove of white.
Every cloud like a chest circles
In a bad hour.
There is your visage, O she-devil, in
Each perfect flower.
You fleeting foam, the salt of the sea..
In torment and foam -
For what reason should I obey
You, armless stone?
1
This my youth! O this my alien youth!
This my alien youth, my boot unpaired!
Purposefully narrowing the inflamed eyes,
Thus a leaf from calendar they tear.
From among your very acquisitions
Nothing took away the thoughtful Muse.
You were both a burden and encumbrance
To me. I don't ask you back, my youth.
You whetted the arrows in the nighttime,
You whispered within the night with comb.
I have suffered for the sins of others
Pressed down with your generosity, like stone.
Your scepter before its time returning -
Of what use is evidence to the soul!
O my youth! My tired youth you are!
You my tattered rag that once was whole!
2
Soon from swallows - into sorcerers!
Youth! We will say farewell before then...
We will stand in the wind soul to soul!
My tan one! My sister console!
With a skirt of raspberry flare,
You my youth! My dove you are
Tan! Waste of my soul!
You my youth! Dance and console!
Wash me with a shawl of azure,
My insane one! We have played with you
For a plenty! Dance a while and spar!
My gold - farewell - amber!
For a reason your arms touch I,
Like to a lover I say goodbye.
Torn away from depths within my breast -
My youth! Go to someone else!
No awards, no forefathers,
Not a falcon clear.
She goes and is torn away -
She is so far!
Underneath tan eyelids
A golden-winged flame.
Forgotten once she took it
With a windswept arm.
An un-picked-up skirt,
A rag that went bare.
I'm not kind, not mean
But like this: so far.
Does not fuss or cry:
Tore - and therefore dear!
You gave - and forgotten
With a windswept arm.
With a scream and with a throat's
Scattering, forgot...
So distant as she is
Come and keep her, God!
Without self-control
With complete meekness.
Light and soft is
Air over abyss.
Growing at once,
Like lightning - in time,
As if by an order
There will be a blossom.
Answering stars,
With a snake hair...
Himself defenseless -
Not a flame-bearer!
He to me? I to him?
I'll try, I know.
Without intent
Into death I will go.
Thus swam the head and lyre down
To the receding far-off place.
And lips repeated: pity, pity,
And "world" the lyre did convince.
Bloody-silver, silver-and-bloody
And double trace she did then pour,
My tender brother, my dear sister
Along the paralyzed Gebr.
At times, the movement of head slowed
Inside the unabated angst.
But lyre assured: do pass me near!
And lips behind her said, "Alas!"
Moving together like a garland
With far-off rippling head of bed -
Do not the hair pour with silver?
Does not the lyre pour with blood?
Thus, with a staircase descending
Of river - into crib of swells.
Thus, to new island, where it's sweeter
Than somewhere - lies a nightingale...
Where then are they, the holy remnants?
The salty wave - respond, respond!
Maybe the net has pulled it out,
Net of bare-headed Lesbian?
Not for flattering chausibles, frocks of lies -
I was born in this world with loud voice!
Wide awake - not the night dreams of mine!
I don't live, like you, with whisper-spine!
From you of me, whisper-that-thorn -
Lyre, lyre, a curve of a swan!
With laurel, with dawn, with winds one
I make merry and am not a nun!
And the boy - is not dumb, is fair-haired!
And it's gone to the side overboard -
From you of me, whisper-that-thorn -
Lyre, lyre, a curve of a swan!
Heavy, I do hear, is woman's role!
I don't know - did not put on the scale!
My product is a gift, not for sale,
But with blueness will go this my nail -
From you of me, screaming-wheezing-one -
Lyre, lyre, a curve of a swan!
Woman's chest! The soul's frozen breath -
Woman's reason! Wave, that by surprise
Was caught - and always by surprise
Having caught up to you - and God sees!
Of the despising and despised playpen
Has quieted. - Woman's chest! - Yielding was
An armament! - I am thinking of those...
Of those one-breasted ones - those girlfriends!
To never-quiet Ave,
To Easter feast -
A beautiful glory
Of girlfriend last.
1
Sleeps, merriment, your torment,
Sleeps suffered heart's torment so.
Over the Iverian cradle
Blissful! Allow to go slow.
Not my fussiness, not envy
Brought me home - do not forbid!
I came like shepherds in the village
To give the glory to your kid.
O silver-fake gold-mica!
Not seen by the same star!
Like dug in over the house,
Like dug in - look - the star!
I am not joyous and do not envy
A saw to my heart, as I see
What is it to your son I am giving?
Here is my cloak - my staff is here.
2
Like in a precious chausible
In infant tears,
You're blessed in your wives!
You're blessed, dear!
Near to the roadside cross
Your eyes you open.
(He was an orphan just as well -
Fatherless son).
Like in a precious chausible
In infant tears,
You're blessed in your tears!
You're blessed, dear.
Clear, unconcerned over the sleeping
Bird is your forehead.
The good news' bearer was your crown,
Bearer - your bed.
Shiver and tree your stature is
Over the sleeping bird.
The good news' bearer was his dad -
Be joyful, girl!
Like in a precious chausible,
In heaven's snow
Blessed in snow you have been!
You're blessed so.
3
A giant stroke of a wing,
Breath whips - in wives
You are blessed,
In wives, alive.
Where's messenger? It's wild and white.
A crown? A wing?
Where's messenger? By snowstorm blown -
Message and wing.
4
With what to deserve you and give back your due -
Blessed forever! Babe's mother you!
Over the dragnet growing with glass
Again repeating: Light from the east!
From his blue eyes to stars of blue
Having thrown a bridge with the rainbow, you!
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
I don't fall! I don't fall! I swim far
And - as a rainbow - bridge over Nieva.
Life-giver in hour of the end!
Affirmer of kingdoms! Mother of son!
In wheeze of torments - in a bad song!
You - "Be" - as a child have thrown!
Two poems that accidentally did not go into "Poems to Blok"
1
Not with silver I came,
Not with amber I came,
Not as a king I came,
As a shepherd I came.
Here's air of hills of mine,
Here's of two eyes of mine
Sharp gaze - and of fires
Red glare and of dawns of mine.
Where's wax - that is the fur?
Through hole I won't turn!
Poorer than all -
But ahead of all!
Behind a camel a camel
See: on that round hill,
See: walking are the kings,
See: they are bearing bins.
O - after - far!
2
Three kings,
Three bins
With precious gifts.
The first bin -
All the earth
With indigo seas.
Second bin:
Noah within
With an ark with beasts.
And within?
That third bin?
What is there, my king?
Gives the king,
"Holy's my light"
Don't know what it means
Ahead - king,
Mom - behind,
And the infant weeps.
S. E
How comes into the middle
In battles of the Don -
Thus my dream is with you
In cities over the ocean.
For the paper dust they'll take
Bookcase from the wall.
All's for sale, and nonetheless
Memory's not for sale.
In a green wood full of firs
There's no such straight pine.
You and me, that is because,
From one cradle come.
Not for thousand fates - we're born
For one, you and me.
Nearer than bread to the palm -
Thus do we agree.
Fire and flood did not bear off
Finger of gold made!
In those sleepless hours we are
Nearer than to forehead, hand.
My widowhood will not accept
Neither miller, nor flour.
An inviolable bond:
In one crib we were.
In my chest my watch, once wound,
Did not rust, you know.
There's autocracy within
The red Russia, know.
May the whole world come to end -
At night service I will stand.
Thus with you before the wall -
As to others with a garland.
And now, keen before me, you!
Brothers, do not yawn!
Thus together we come at night:
Our crib was one.
She is unusual all the way! Beyond power!
He forgot! Do not accuse me so far!
You're blessed by God! To say he did will -
You're blessed by God! And beyond, so level
A satin stitch... Stand: wives between
You're blessed by God... And beyond ringing
So jubilant... little child, hear:
You're blessed by God! - And silence out far
Stretches...
Your stripe will be harvested
By which person's arms?
O the black magician you!
My black-plaited one!
Your tumultuous century,
And your midnight days...
All your little workers are
At once born away.
Where are your campaigner friends,
Your comrades in arms?
O the black magician you,
My one with white arms!
Not with glory, not with tears
Can one heal those graves.
One, as though he had been choked,
Walked around alive.
One more went into a wall
Himself to advance.
(He was proud - a falcon!) - They
Knocked him out at once.
High above your brothers are!
Can't exude a cry!
O the black magician you,
My one with clear eyes!
And from out the cloud (praise
Marvel from above!)
Arrow of a falcon falls,
Arrow of a dove...
To know, in two feathers at once
People to you write,
Know, that soon you will receive
A certificate,
O the boulders! They will shake
With their wings,
O the black magician you!
My one with black wings!
S E
Brothers! In the last hour
Of year - after our
Russian land, living in us!
Exactly twelve times
Mug to mug!
After the rabble of honor,
After Taman, after Kuban,
After our Russian Don,
Jordan of old faith... Once more,
Mug to mug!
Comrades!
Alive still is
Mother - Passion - Russia!
Comrades!
Whole still is
In the hearts - Russia!
Brothers! Into the distance look in!
Delvig and Pushkin,
The deeds' and the hearts' crystal...
Gloriously, like steel on steel -
Mug to mug!
Brotherhood's glorious gown -
For our brother town
Prague - till - crunching
Ring out, Bohemian country! Ring,
Mug to mug!
Comrades!
Alive still is
Rumor - physique - steel.
Comrades!
Whole still is
In the hearts - steel.
Brothers! The final moment!
On the border of forest
Disappeared old man...
Tightly - like fang to fang -
Mug to mug!
Voluntary tributes,
Hello, kind abuse!
Still alive is Russian
God! Who believes - stand!
Ring,
Mug to mug!
S E
He - with a tender sigh,
They - cruel and tan.
The eagles don't insult
The migrated swan.
To eagles - not by invite:
Brother's he who flew inside!
Free is our trapese,
Wild is the New Year's rite.
Guest of the eagle,
Walk while you like!
We are the free pilots,
Two wings is our mark!
Under loud vaults, battles:
Look to look, steel to steel.
Then the new year's night
Beats with crystal on crystal.
Look to look, border to border:
Paired-up ringing of fates.
One in New Year morning
With eyes inarticulate.
Don't drink, if you don't want!
Near the table walk!
We are the free pilots,
Two wings is our mark!
With cathedral avalanche
New Year's collapse
On the foreheads. The swan's angst,
Don spent the night in your eyes.
Swan's angst, to the motherland
A lingering chain.
We know your one only -
Is this not steppe of Don?
For this is the arrow -
Fly where you would like.
We are the free pilots,
Two wings is our time!
Over the mountains,
Also foothills over,
Together with dawns,
With belltowers,
Horse without control -
Heading out full sail! -
Into unknown land,
Future, I lead way.
Not an eagle to call
And not swallow.
She is not yet born -
Do not christen her!
Essence of two veins.
Of the distant land.
With the saw-makers,
With the anvils, and
Forehead - don't look back,
Sigh - without a breath,
To future I speak
With the fiery sweat.
Stumps till hollow -
Is not taken yet!
Do not judge her now!
She is not born yet!
Shadow - as a guide,
Body - over a verst!
Over protoxide,
Also over rust.
Over the new skills
And faiths of times gone,
Over grandsons, Russia -
To the great-grandsons!
(What to us is pasture
Of the Kitezhs dead?)
Fall in love with her!
She is not born yet!
Sickles are removed,
Tables stand with food.
With the fates they come,
With the kingdoms too.
With the semicircle,
Sun over the sea!
Next day looks between:
Adamovo - be!
With the breath - the spirit!
By the knives - are one.
Come catch up, you fool!
On the seventh one!
To Ehrenburg
1
In midnight darkness
Sky threw mounds of snow.
Like from a single uterus -
Chest - and the sky - and the stones.
Over the caverns' stalactites
In emptiness of an alley
Your name Er was
Resounding hollowly.
Under the sleepy curtain
Bruce will not tell this to you:
A leaning way into dreaming
Russia - and women - two.
Heavenly thunder is narrow!
Er - is the leopard's maw.
(Plummeting way into dreaming
Passion - and women - two...)
Er - an unbreakable fortress!
Er - ahead through the maw!
Er - in the tightened blindness
Of depths - flight in a halo!
Thus, between sky and the palate,
One of small faith, joy proclaim! -
Over the dream-vision snow mounds
Of Er that is your name.
2
Not here, where it's tied,
But there, where it's willed.
Not here, where Lazaruses
Rant with a bed,
Against day's crushed stone
With beasts of burden.
There is no arm here
To you - mine.
There, where it's reduced,
Not here, where it's curved,
Not here, where with wings
They decide - with swords,
Where loud flesh on us
Finally beat!
There is no gift here
To you - from me.
Not here, where it's asked,
There where answer is given...
Not here, where death is
Messy, and between
Is heavy - with wormhole,
And snake-jealousy.
There's no inheritance here
To you - from me.
And hard-browed life will not
Look back! Here
There's no rendezvous
There're only wires here,
The ends of belts here
Are bound all through...
There are no matins here
From me - to you.
Not yard with peelings -
Heaven's bits blessed!
Not here, where it's sought,
There, where it's released,
Where days' betrayal is
Splashed out all through.
Where there are no words:
From me - to you.
3
A strange man, for all my rivers,
Is a wide bed.
A passerby, in whom arms - like a snow
With all heat of eyelids
Guilty - after whom I come and I come,
In thunder of meeting carts.
Lover, whom it can and it cannot,
(Sigh will survive - and not!)
A strange man,
A dear man,
Nightfall-man,
For all time-man!
Unknown! - in snake oil, without candles,
I'll bake the bread for wedding.
Betrayal! My river will run in a course
Of partings, not meetings.
In meeting! - And if my speech is dark -
From shoulders a stone home!
On tearing of partings, on grumbling of meetings -
The speech of my stream.
Open space - man,
From nothing - man,
Through floor - man,
Came through - man.
4
I've magicked,
I've grumbled.
From left to right I
Accompanied.
Only as no one
Only about no one,
Only night vigil -
Above the icons:
Sorcery-storms,
Oars-fires -
Grumbling of God
Is proud above.
I've cuckooed,
I've angsted too.
That with my glory -
All rocks to you.
That with my power -
To you all rivers.
In first and third time,
Now and forever...
That with my left arm -
Weakness and help.
That as no one,
About no one...
I've sung as nightingale,
I've frozen.
Without transfer
To heaven - I promised,
(That with my flattery to you
All birds to the last one...)
In heaven who knows whose.
In heaven Persian...
In sweetness and suffering
Give through the hand, you!
Hello - in parting!
Farewell - in a rendezvous!
5
And soon is the parting,
Snow mounds yielding. Well,
Your storms' comfort, niceness
Of grumblings, farewell,
Grumpy spindles' Kingdom, zeal
Of wolves white as snow.
Snow mound heavy, noble-like,
Post-like, of white stone,
Knightly, and of comfort
To your both siblings...
And soon is the parting,
Snow mounds are yielding.
Ah, to discord, loss, dissension
Wide is open door!
Gifted luxury of orphan
Winter, farewell, snow!
Farewell, white eagles' retinue,
Trace untried, unknown,
Farewell, sin covered with snow,
On the melted snow.
Hunchbacks-humps-the little camels -
Householders, farewell!
And soon is the parting,
The snow mounds do yield.
With love, poor people are owed
A ringing day of spring.
Where there's snowstorm: cover-our-curtain,
A head leaning!
The entire day munches,
Tireless, icicles' grain.
Butchery, knackery, pieces,
Droplets, and parting.
Day - with belt, the night is skimpy:
Not to try, nor start...
And the snow mounds are yielding,
Soon we too will part...
In two hands I take - by both:
I won't be torn - well?
Beads expensive into two
Rivers from the holes.
Enchanted, defrosted is
The way, sold to the streams.
Friend! Over the steep snow mounds
Left my sorceries.
Do not stare that tears are pouring:
Water - it may be!
It is now the time of parting
That snow mounds do yield.
Familiar! Wherefrom you come to our country?
Which wind to attack?
Familiar! I will not fall in love with you:
Your suit is black.
While the black bonfire is burning,
To beauty - spark into an eye!
Familiar! Yours is a costly fancy,
And costly is refusal, too, of mine.
1
Thus, in the meager labor of days,
Thus, in difficult convulsion to her,
You will forget the friendly trochee
Of the courageous girlfriend of yours.
Her severity's bitter gift,
And the light shyness' hidden heat,
And that whose name is distance
That wireless hit.
All antiquity, except: Give and Mine,
All, except the earth's, jealousy,
All loyalty - but in a deadly war
To a Thomas who does not believe.
My tender one! Do not take into your home
This refugee, by the grayness of dads!
Be well the left-chested smithy
Of not philosophical ends!
But maybe, in twitters and counts
Having tired of femininity -
And you will recall my arm, right-less,
And a courageous sleeve.
The lips, not demanding to laugh,
The rights not following behind,
The eyes, knowing not the eyelids,
And following: light.
2
Not correcting the marvel to numbers,
Find trusting girlfriends for you!
I know that Venus is work of hands,
I'm a craftsman - and craft I know.
To full trampling of the soul
From silence solemn and high:
The divine staircase - From:
My breath - to: do not sigh!
3
(BALCONY)
Ah, from a stark overlook
Down - into ash and tar!
To salt the underweight with tears
Of earthly love - what for?
Balcony. Darkness of evil
Kisses through salty rains.
And sigh of endless hatred:
Breathe out a poem's refrain!
What: heart or Batiste rabble
Is in the arm like stone
Tight? To such lotions
There is a name: Jordan!
This battle with love, I hear,
Is wild and heartless, yes.
Even from granite brow
Soar - to breathe out in death!
4
Hands - and resale
And re-action in a round!
Only the lips,
Only not to mix up my hands!
There is no sleep from these
All these worries.
Raising my hands,
Friend, I curse my memory!
That in the poems
(In the landfill of my Highness!)
You did not wither,
You did not dry like others.
That in the chest
(In thousand-breasted brothers' grave
Of mine) - you weren't
Washed by the millenia's rains!
Midst bodies, body -
You, that were loss to me of two stars!
That he won't vanish
With a message: Not recognized.
Hello! Not arrow, not stone:
I am the most live of wives:
With two arms into your sleepless
Sleep. I am life.
Give! (On the two-sharp tongue
Take! - two-sharpness of snake!)
All of me in bare-headed
Joy, please do take!
Cling! - today on the schooner,
Cling! - on the skies! - Cling! - linen!
I am today in new
Gilded and the seventh skin!
Mine! - and of which rewards
When in the hands, at mouth - heaven:
Life is the flung-open joy
To say hello in the morn!
In empty temple
Trinity - with myrrh.
I fell on my crown
With grain and fire...
In the night screams
I entered equally -
I will be your
Brazier tiny:
Domestic fowl:
To smoke the angst,
To chase night boredom,
Warm earthly hands!
From pitiless chest of
Gods - so I'm thrown!
Any love was given me:
A big one!
With such bonds!
With such privilege!
Half a life? All for you!
To elbow? Here is she!
For this, that you torment,
For this, that you demand,
For this, that there are
Poor earthly hands...
In vain! By amphibrach
You will not regulate!
Only open the eyes
Wider within my breast,
Not as Logos I came,
Not as eternity,
With empty-headedness
Your twittering
To the chest... Not to have power!
Without word on the word -
To love... a prostrate
Swallow - in the world!
Inimitably lies life:
Above waiting, above a lie...
But by the trembling of all veins
You may recognize: Life!
(Why that in rye you lie!) - heat, wave...
Like in the rye you lie: ringing, blue...
Blather - through honeysuckle - hundred veins...
Be joyful! I was called by you!
And since spellbound us bodies do
Have the souls, friend, don't be scolding -
That's now: into the dream with forehead.
Otherwise - why did you sing?
In the white book of your quietness,
In your "yes"'s mud wild -
Quietly I lean the forehead to you:
For the palm is life.
Lethe's underwater light,
Reef of a red heart.
Lancet has stopped short,
Closing the singing throat:
Not the red heat of metal,
Not the difficulties' heat -
A non-dissolved pearl
In the bitterness of singing throats.
Sorrow sorrow! In all
We cut, swim and die.
For not dissolved is the pearl
In the voice's ray...
With iron into roar,
Thousands drills and saws -
A non-extruded thorn
In bitterness of singing throats.
1
In dead ones believing,
To be spellbound I do not try.
In ancient heather,
In silver-sliding land dry,
Let pipers with trumpets
Glory to my shade beam!
In heather-losses,
In heather-dry streams.
Ancient heather!
Growth on the naked stone!
In our orphanage's identity
Having assured and known,
Bits of the final brocade
Having lost and taken away -
In heather-ruin,
In heather-streams turned dry.
Two-minded friendships
And choking of ugliness, life.
With heat and dryness,
(For severe is the chief),
Higher, where mountain-ash
Is prettier than David King!
In heather-gray spots,
In heather-dry seas.
2
When drunk on insult became
The incensed soul,
When to fight demons seven times
She gave a vow,
Not with the ones, with fiery rains
Flushed into the abyss:
With earthly lowliness of days,
With people's bigotries -
Trees! I come to you! To be saved
From market cry!
Like heart it's breathed inside by your
Wavings up high!
Oak with God wrestling! Into war
With root march in!
Willows - my prophetesses, you!
Birches-virgins!
Rider-horse, finger-palm.
A horse god,
Sleepy god,
Crowbar in forehead - god!
To the fast legs -
Strength and bravery!
That would be sung
In villages for centuries:
Of escaped and barefoot - god,
Of bare-headed - god,
Flight, splash, whip, whipped - god,
Devil on the oars - god.
Cry - god,
Whip - god,
Headlong - god!
2
There is no trivet
And no fire.
Take me, take me!
With the Tatars
He will from me
Eat the horse bone.
Accompany,
The milestone!
"Where, quickness,
Is cross-your-chain?"
"Under khan's boots
Is cross-my-chain.
My town's in blood,
Chest without cross -
Adopt me,
Mother-versts!"
"Where, orphan,
Is your load-home?"
"Hearth - under ribs,
Under saddle - home,
My khan - Mamai,
My bread is angst.
To old one in heaven,
Church's porch-versts!"
"Why are you, beauty,
Strict to the khan?"
"Strict to the khan?
Memory's long.
My khan - like stone,
Moscow - like hole.
To angel's camp,
Versts-tablecloth!"
3
Your trace is untrammeled,
A crown is your tuft.
The burst and the crier
Screech under the hoof.
An incompetent fire,
An untravelled path, there. -
An unshod horse
Oh Russia-mother!
Your cotton's not selling,
Your goon has no arms.
A hook's in your mansion
And a trough with no charm.
I'll eat lots of bark -
Not a marvel it was!
Oh Russia-mother,
Spellbound horse!
Don't jump up - don't sit!
And once sat - do not blame!
But one horseman, Mamai,
For your taste is game!
A slanting vileness,
A thief's palm...
The unconfessed stallion,
Russia-mom!
Praise to Aphrodite
1
Blessed are the ones that left your daughters, Earth,
To fight in wartime battle and to run,
Blessed are the ones that having never tried
Comfort went to the fields Elysian.
Thus grows the laurel - writer of the years,
Heater of battle, sober, with harsh leaves.
I will never exchange for bitter fate of love
The friendship's over-the-clouds cliffs.
2
Already gods' - not the same generosity,
Upon the shore of river's shore, not the same one.
Fly, fly again, the doves of Aphrodite
Into wide open gates of setting sun.
I'll leave in day, in which there is no count,
Lying upon the sand that's growing cold...
I've outgrown my youth and look upon it
Like snake that's looking at his skin of old.
3
In vain, inside the promised branches hiding,
Your tender retinue thunders above.
I drop a myrtle that did love so many,
I drop the belt that did so sweetness love.
With a dumb arrow that is heavily piercing
Freed me from these my shackles your own son.
Thus at the very throne of my calmness
You born of foam, as a foam be gone!
4
How many, how many of them, white and blue
Eat from the hands!
Whole kingdoms are clucking around your lips
O Lowliness!
In gold of cup the deadly sweat
Does not translate.
The mantle-wearing general will vanish
Like dove of white.
Every cloud like a chest circles
In a bad hour.
There is your visage, O she-devil, in
Each perfect flower.
You fleeting foam, the salt of the sea..
In torment and foam -
For what reason should I obey
You, armless stone?
Youth
1
This my youth! O this my alien youth!
This my alien youth, my boot unpaired!
Purposefully narrowing the inflamed eyes,
Thus a leaf from calendar they tear.
From among your very acquisitions
Nothing took away the thoughtful Muse.
You were both a burden and encumbrance
To me. I don't ask you back, my youth.
You whetted the arrows in the nighttime,
You whispered within the night with comb.
I have suffered for the sins of others
Pressed down with your generosity, like stone.
Your scepter before its time returning -
Of what use is evidence to the soul!
O my youth! My tired youth you are!
You my tattered rag that once was whole!
2
Soon from swallows - into sorcerers!
Youth! We will say farewell before then...
We will stand in the wind soul to soul!
My tan one! My sister console!
With a skirt of raspberry flare,
You my youth! My dove you are
Tan! Waste of my soul!
You my youth! Dance and console!
Wash me with a shawl of azure,
My insane one! We have played with you
For a plenty! Dance a while and spar!
My gold - farewell - amber!
For a reason your arms touch I,
Like to a lover I say goodbye.
Torn away from depths within my breast -
My youth! Go to someone else!
Muse
No awards, no forefathers,
Not a falcon clear.
She goes and is torn away -
She is so far!
Underneath tan eyelids
A golden-winged flame.
Forgotten once she took it
With a windswept arm.
An un-picked-up skirt,
A rag that went bare.
I'm not kind, not mean
But like this: so far.
Does not fuss or cry:
Tore - and therefore dear!
You gave - and forgotten
With a windswept arm.
With a scream and with a throat's
Scattering, forgot...
So distant as she is
Come and keep her, God!
x x x
Without self-control
With complete meekness.
Light and soft is
Air over abyss.
Growing at once,
Like lightning - in time,
As if by an order
There will be a blossom.
Answering stars,
With a snake hair...
Himself defenseless -
Not a flame-bearer!
He to me? I to him?
I'll try, I know.
Without intent
Into death I will go.
x x x
Thus swam the head and lyre down
To the receding far-off place.
And lips repeated: pity, pity,
And "world" the lyre did convince.
Bloody-silver, silver-and-bloody
And double trace she did then pour,
My tender brother, my dear sister
Along the paralyzed Gebr.
At times, the movement of head slowed
Inside the unabated angst.
But lyre assured: do pass me near!
And lips behind her said, "Alas!"
Moving together like a garland
With far-off rippling head of bed -
Do not the hair pour with silver?
Does not the lyre pour with blood?
Thus, with a staircase descending
Of river - into crib of swells.
Thus, to new island, where it's sweeter
Than somewhere - lies a nightingale...
Where then are they, the holy remnants?
The salty wave - respond, respond!
Maybe the net has pulled it out,
Net of bare-headed Lesbian?
x x x
Not for flattering chausibles, frocks of lies -
I was born in this world with loud voice!
Wide awake - not the night dreams of mine!
I don't live, like you, with whisper-spine!
From you of me, whisper-that-thorn -
Lyre, lyre, a curve of a swan!
With laurel, with dawn, with winds one
I make merry and am not a nun!
And the boy - is not dumb, is fair-haired!
And it's gone to the side overboard -
From you of me, whisper-that-thorn -
Lyre, lyre, a curve of a swan!
Heavy, I do hear, is woman's role!
I don't know - did not put on the scale!
My product is a gift, not for sale,
But with blueness will go this my nail -
From you of me, screaming-wheezing-one -
Lyre, lyre, a curve of a swan!
x x x
Woman's chest! The soul's frozen breath -
Woman's reason! Wave, that by surprise
Was caught - and always by surprise
Having caught up to you - and God sees!
Of the despising and despised playpen
Has quieted. - Woman's chest! - Yielding was
An armament! - I am thinking of those...
Of those one-breasted ones - those girlfriends!
From Cycle "Girlfriend II"
To never-quiet Ave,
To Easter feast -
A beautiful glory
Of girlfriend last.
1
Sleeps, merriment, your torment,
Sleeps suffered heart's torment so.
Over the Iverian cradle
Blissful! Allow to go slow.
Not my fussiness, not envy
Brought me home - do not forbid!
I came like shepherds in the village
To give the glory to your kid.
O silver-fake gold-mica!
Not seen by the same star!
Like dug in over the house,
Like dug in - look - the star!
I am not joyous and do not envy
A saw to my heart, as I see
What is it to your son I am giving?
Here is my cloak - my staff is here.
2
Like in a precious chausible
In infant tears,
You're blessed in your wives!
You're blessed, dear!
Near to the roadside cross
Your eyes you open.
(He was an orphan just as well -
Fatherless son).
Like in a precious chausible
In infant tears,
You're blessed in your tears!
You're blessed, dear.
Clear, unconcerned over the sleeping
Bird is your forehead.
The good news' bearer was your crown,
Bearer - your bed.
Shiver and tree your stature is
Over the sleeping bird.
The good news' bearer was his dad -
Be joyful, girl!
Like in a precious chausible,
In heaven's snow
Blessed in snow you have been!
You're blessed so.
3
A giant stroke of a wing,
Breath whips - in wives
You are blessed,
In wives, alive.
Where's messenger? It's wild and white.
A crown? A wing?
Where's messenger? By snowstorm blown -
Message and wing.
4
With what to deserve you and give back your due -
Blessed forever! Babe's mother you!
Over the dragnet growing with glass
Again repeating: Light from the east!
From his blue eyes to stars of blue
Having thrown a bridge with the rainbow, you!
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
I don't fall! I don't fall! I swim far
And - as a rainbow - bridge over Nieva.
Life-giver in hour of the end!
Affirmer of kingdoms! Mother of son!
In wheeze of torments - in a bad song!
You - "Be" - as a child have thrown!
Bethlehem
Two poems that accidentally did not go into "Poems to Blok"
1
Not with silver I came,
Not with amber I came,
Not as a king I came,
As a shepherd I came.
Here's air of hills of mine,
Here's of two eyes of mine
Sharp gaze - and of fires
Red glare and of dawns of mine.
Where's wax - that is the fur?
Through hole I won't turn!
Poorer than all -
But ahead of all!
Behind a camel a camel
See: on that round hill,
See: walking are the kings,
See: they are bearing bins.
O - after - far!
2
Three kings,
Three bins
With precious gifts.
The first bin -
All the earth
With indigo seas.
Second bin:
Noah within
With an ark with beasts.
And within?
That third bin?
What is there, my king?
Gives the king,
"Holy's my light"
Don't know what it means
Ahead - king,
Mom - behind,
And the infant weeps.
x x x
S. E
How comes into the middle
In battles of the Don -
Thus my dream is with you
In cities over the ocean.
For the paper dust they'll take
Bookcase from the wall.
All's for sale, and nonetheless
Memory's not for sale.
In a green wood full of firs
There's no such straight pine.
You and me, that is because,
From one cradle come.
Not for thousand fates - we're born
For one, you and me.
Nearer than bread to the palm -
Thus do we agree.
Fire and flood did not bear off
Finger of gold made!
In those sleepless hours we are
Nearer than to forehead, hand.
My widowhood will not accept
Neither miller, nor flour.
An inviolable bond:
In one crib we were.
In my chest my watch, once wound,
Did not rust, you know.
There's autocracy within
The red Russia, know.
May the whole world come to end -
At night service I will stand.
Thus with you before the wall -
As to others with a garland.
And now, keen before me, you!
Brothers, do not yawn!
Thus together we come at night:
Our crib was one.
x x x
She is unusual all the way! Beyond power!
He forgot! Do not accuse me so far!
You're blessed by God! To say he did will -
You're blessed by God! And beyond, so level
A satin stitch... Stand: wives between
You're blessed by God... And beyond ringing
So jubilant... little child, hear:
You're blessed by God! - And silence out far
Stretches...
To Akhmatova
Your stripe will be harvested
By which person's arms?
O the black magician you!
My black-plaited one!
Your tumultuous century,
And your midnight days...
All your little workers are
At once born away.
Where are your campaigner friends,
Your comrades in arms?
O the black magician you,
My one with white arms!
Not with glory, not with tears
Can one heal those graves.
One, as though he had been choked,
Walked around alive.
One more went into a wall
Himself to advance.
(He was proud - a falcon!) - They
Knocked him out at once.
High above your brothers are!
Can't exude a cry!
O the black magician you,
My one with clear eyes!
And from out the cloud (praise
Marvel from above!)
Arrow of a falcon falls,
Arrow of a dove...
To know, in two feathers at once
People to you write,
Know, that soon you will receive
A certificate,
O the boulders! They will shake
With their wings,
O the black magician you!
My one with black wings!
New Year's
S E
Brothers! In the last hour
Of year - after our
Russian land, living in us!
Exactly twelve times
Mug to mug!
After the rabble of honor,
After Taman, after Kuban,
After our Russian Don,
Jordan of old faith... Once more,
Mug to mug!
Comrades!
Alive still is
Mother - Passion - Russia!
Comrades!
Whole still is
In the hearts - Russia!
Brothers! Into the distance look in!
Delvig and Pushkin,
The deeds' and the hearts' crystal...
Gloriously, like steel on steel -
Mug to mug!
Brotherhood's glorious gown -
For our brother town
Prague - till - crunching
Ring out, Bohemian country! Ring,
Mug to mug!
Comrades!
Alive still is
Rumor - physique - steel.
Comrades!
Whole still is
In the hearts - steel.
Brothers! The final moment!
On the border of forest
Disappeared old man...
Tightly - like fang to fang -
Mug to mug!
Voluntary tributes,
Hello, kind abuse!
Still alive is Russian
God! Who believes - stand!
Ring,
Mug to mug!
New Year's #2
S E
He - with a tender sigh,
They - cruel and tan.
The eagles don't insult
The migrated swan.
To eagles - not by invite:
Brother's he who flew inside!
Free is our trapese,
Wild is the New Year's rite.
Guest of the eagle,
Walk while you like!
We are the free pilots,
Two wings is our mark!
Under loud vaults, battles:
Look to look, steel to steel.
Then the new year's night
Beats with crystal on crystal.
Look to look, border to border:
Paired-up ringing of fates.
One in New Year morning
With eyes inarticulate.
Don't drink, if you don't want!
Near the table walk!
We are the free pilots,
Two wings is our mark!
With cathedral avalanche
New Year's collapse
On the foreheads. The swan's angst,
Don spent the night in your eyes.
Swan's angst, to the motherland
A lingering chain.
We know your one only -
Is this not steppe of Don?
For this is the arrow -
Fly where you would like.
We are the free pilots,
Two wings is our time!
x x x
Over the mountains,
Also foothills over,
Together with dawns,
With belltowers,
Horse without control -
Heading out full sail! -
Into unknown land,
Future, I lead way.
Not an eagle to call
And not swallow.
She is not yet born -
Do not christen her!
Essence of two veins.
Of the distant land.
With the saw-makers,
With the anvils, and
Forehead - don't look back,
Sigh - without a breath,
To future I speak
With the fiery sweat.
Stumps till hollow -
Is not taken yet!
Do not judge her now!
She is not born yet!
Shadow - as a guide,
Body - over a verst!
Over protoxide,
Also over rust.
Over the new skills
And faiths of times gone,
Over grandsons, Russia -
To the great-grandsons!
(What to us is pasture
Of the Kitezhs dead?)
Fall in love with her!
She is not born yet!
Sickles are removed,
Tables stand with food.
With the fates they come,
With the kingdoms too.
With the semicircle,
Sun over the sea!
Next day looks between:
Adamovo - be!
With the breath - the spirit!
By the knives - are one.
Come catch up, you fool!
On the seventh one!
From Cycle "Snowmounds"
To Ehrenburg
1
In midnight darkness
Sky threw mounds of snow.
Like from a single uterus -
Chest - and the sky - and the stones.
Over the caverns' stalactites
In emptiness of an alley
Your name Er was
Resounding hollowly.
Under the sleepy curtain
Bruce will not tell this to you:
A leaning way into dreaming
Russia - and women - two.
Heavenly thunder is narrow!
Er - is the leopard's maw.
(Plummeting way into dreaming
Passion - and women - two...)
Er - an unbreakable fortress!
Er - ahead through the maw!
Er - in the tightened blindness
Of depths - flight in a halo!
Thus, between sky and the palate,
One of small faith, joy proclaim! -
Over the dream-vision snow mounds
Of Er that is your name.
2
Not here, where it's tied,
But there, where it's willed.
Not here, where Lazaruses
Rant with a bed,
Against day's crushed stone
With beasts of burden.
There is no arm here
To you - mine.
There, where it's reduced,
Not here, where it's curved,
Not here, where with wings
They decide - with swords,
Where loud flesh on us
Finally beat!
There is no gift here
To you - from me.
Not here, where it's asked,
There where answer is given...
Not here, where death is
Messy, and between
Is heavy - with wormhole,
And snake-jealousy.
There's no inheritance here
To you - from me.
And hard-browed life will not
Look back! Here
There's no rendezvous
There're only wires here,
The ends of belts here
Are bound all through...
There are no matins here
From me - to you.
Not yard with peelings -
Heaven's bits blessed!
Not here, where it's sought,
There, where it's released,
Where days' betrayal is
Splashed out all through.
Where there are no words:
From me - to you.
3
A strange man, for all my rivers,
Is a wide bed.
A passerby, in whom arms - like a snow
With all heat of eyelids
Guilty - after whom I come and I come,
In thunder of meeting carts.
Lover, whom it can and it cannot,
(Sigh will survive - and not!)
A strange man,
A dear man,
Nightfall-man,
For all time-man!
Unknown! - in snake oil, without candles,
I'll bake the bread for wedding.
Betrayal! My river will run in a course
Of partings, not meetings.
In meeting! - And if my speech is dark -
From shoulders a stone home!
On tearing of partings, on grumbling of meetings -
The speech of my stream.
Open space - man,
From nothing - man,
Through floor - man,
Came through - man.
4
I've magicked,
I've grumbled.
From left to right I
Accompanied.
Only as no one
Only about no one,
Only night vigil -
Above the icons:
Sorcery-storms,
Oars-fires -
Grumbling of God
Is proud above.
I've cuckooed,
I've angsted too.
That with my glory -
All rocks to you.
That with my power -
To you all rivers.
In first and third time,
Now and forever...
That with my left arm -
Weakness and help.
That as no one,
About no one...
I've sung as nightingale,
I've frozen.
Without transfer
To heaven - I promised,
(That with my flattery to you
All birds to the last one...)
In heaven who knows whose.
In heaven Persian...
In sweetness and suffering
Give through the hand, you!
Hello - in parting!
Farewell - in a rendezvous!
5
And soon is the parting,
Snow mounds yielding. Well,
Your storms' comfort, niceness
Of grumblings, farewell,
Grumpy spindles' Kingdom, zeal
Of wolves white as snow.
Snow mound heavy, noble-like,
Post-like, of white stone,
Knightly, and of comfort
To your both siblings...
And soon is the parting,
Snow mounds are yielding.
Ah, to discord, loss, dissension
Wide is open door!
Gifted luxury of orphan
Winter, farewell, snow!
Farewell, white eagles' retinue,
Trace untried, unknown,
Farewell, sin covered with snow,
On the melted snow.
Hunchbacks-humps-the little camels -
Householders, farewell!
And soon is the parting,
The snow mounds do yield.
With love, poor people are owed
A ringing day of spring.
Where there's snowstorm: cover-our-curtain,
A head leaning!
The entire day munches,
Tireless, icicles' grain.
Butchery, knackery, pieces,
Droplets, and parting.
Day - with belt, the night is skimpy:
Not to try, nor start...
And the snow mounds are yielding,
Soon we too will part...
In two hands I take - by both:
I won't be torn - well?
Beads expensive into two
Rivers from the holes.
Enchanted, defrosted is
The way, sold to the streams.
Friend! Over the steep snow mounds
Left my sorceries.
Do not stare that tears are pouring:
Water - it may be!
It is now the time of parting
That snow mounds do yield.
x x x
Familiar! Wherefrom you come to our country?
Which wind to attack?
Familiar! I will not fall in love with you:
Your suit is black.
While the black bonfire is burning,
To beauty - spark into an eye!
Familiar! Yours is a costly fancy,
And costly is refusal, too, of mine.
From Cycle "Earthly Marks"
1
Thus, in the meager labor of days,
Thus, in difficult convulsion to her,
You will forget the friendly trochee
Of the courageous girlfriend of yours.
Her severity's bitter gift,
And the light shyness' hidden heat,
And that whose name is distance
That wireless hit.
All antiquity, except: Give and Mine,
All, except the earth's, jealousy,
All loyalty - but in a deadly war
To a Thomas who does not believe.
My tender one! Do not take into your home
This refugee, by the grayness of dads!
Be well the left-chested smithy
Of not philosophical ends!
But maybe, in twitters and counts
Having tired of femininity -
And you will recall my arm, right-less,
And a courageous sleeve.
The lips, not demanding to laugh,
The rights not following behind,
The eyes, knowing not the eyelids,
And following: light.
2
Not correcting the marvel to numbers,
Find trusting girlfriends for you!
I know that Venus is work of hands,
I'm a craftsman - and craft I know.
To full trampling of the soul
From silence solemn and high:
The divine staircase - From:
My breath - to: do not sigh!
3
(BALCONY)
Ah, from a stark overlook
Down - into ash and tar!
To salt the underweight with tears
Of earthly love - what for?
Balcony. Darkness of evil
Kisses through salty rains.
And sigh of endless hatred:
Breathe out a poem's refrain!
What: heart or Batiste rabble
Is in the arm like stone
Tight? To such lotions
There is a name: Jordan!
This battle with love, I hear,
Is wild and heartless, yes.
Even from granite brow
Soar - to breathe out in death!
4
Hands - and resale
And re-action in a round!
Only the lips,
Only not to mix up my hands!
There is no sleep from these
All these worries.
Raising my hands,
Friend, I curse my memory!
That in the poems
(In the landfill of my Highness!)
You did not wither,
You did not dry like others.
That in the chest
(In thousand-breasted brothers' grave
Of mine) - you weren't
Washed by the millenia's rains!
Midst bodies, body -
You, that were loss to me of two stars!
That he won't vanish
With a message: Not recognized.
x x x
Hello! Not arrow, not stone:
I am the most live of wives:
With two arms into your sleepless
Sleep. I am life.
Give! (On the two-sharp tongue
Take! - two-sharpness of snake!)
All of me in bare-headed
Joy, please do take!
Cling! - today on the schooner,
Cling! - on the skies! - Cling! - linen!
I am today in new
Gilded and the seventh skin!
Mine! - and of which rewards
When in the hands, at mouth - heaven:
Life is the flung-open joy
To say hello in the morn!
x x x
In empty temple
Trinity - with myrrh.
I fell on my crown
With grain and fire...
In the night screams
I entered equally -
I will be your
Brazier tiny:
Domestic fowl:
To smoke the angst,
To chase night boredom,
Warm earthly hands!
From pitiless chest of
Gods - so I'm thrown!
Any love was given me:
A big one!
With such bonds!
With such privilege!
Half a life? All for you!
To elbow? Here is she!
For this, that you torment,
For this, that you demand,
For this, that there are
Poor earthly hands...
In vain! By amphibrach
You will not regulate!
Only open the eyes
Wider within my breast,
Not as Logos I came,
Not as eternity,
With empty-headedness
Your twittering
To the chest... Not to have power!
Without word on the word -
To love... a prostrate
Swallow - in the world!
x x x
Inimitably lies life:
Above waiting, above a lie...
But by the trembling of all veins
You may recognize: Life!
(Why that in rye you lie!) - heat, wave...
Like in the rye you lie: ringing, blue...
Blather - through honeysuckle - hundred veins...
Be joyful! I was called by you!
And since spellbound us bodies do
Have the souls, friend, don't be scolding -
That's now: into the dream with forehead.
Otherwise - why did you sing?
In the white book of your quietness,
In your "yes"'s mud wild -
Quietly I lean the forehead to you:
For the palm is life.
x x x
Lethe's underwater light,
Reef of a red heart.
Lancet has stopped short,
Closing the singing throat:
Not the red heat of metal,
Not the difficulties' heat -
A non-dissolved pearl
In the bitterness of singing throats.
Sorrow sorrow! In all
We cut, swim and die.
For not dissolved is the pearl
In the voice's ray...
With iron into roar,
Thousands drills and saws -
A non-extruded thorn
In bitterness of singing throats.
Trees
1
In dead ones believing,
To be spellbound I do not try.
In ancient heather,
In silver-sliding land dry,
Let pipers with trumpets
Glory to my shade beam!
In heather-losses,
In heather-dry streams.
Ancient heather!
Growth on the naked stone!
In our orphanage's identity
Having assured and known,
Bits of the final brocade
Having lost and taken away -
In heather-ruin,
In heather-streams turned dry.
Two-minded friendships
And choking of ugliness, life.
With heat and dryness,
(For severe is the chief),
Higher, where mountain-ash
Is prettier than David King!
In heather-gray spots,
In heather-dry seas.
2
When drunk on insult became
The incensed soul,
When to fight demons seven times
She gave a vow,
Not with the ones, with fiery rains
Flushed into the abyss:
With earthly lowliness of days,
With people's bigotries -
Trees! I come to you! To be saved
From market cry!
Like heart it's breathed inside by your
Wavings up high!
Oak with God wrestling! Into war
With root march in!
Willows - my prophetesses, you!
Birches-virgins!