Hotshot, Цветаева Марина Ивановна, Год: 2022

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HOTSHOT

FIRST PART.
1. HOTSHOT

Edge of village — blue and lost,
Whole is cane, house collapsed.
At the laborious widow’s
Daughter Marussia has happiness.
How she’ll go with the yoke —
Ringing in churches, arguing boys.
Daughter Marussia is florid —
Trinity is in discord!
Let me go, mother of mine,
To take a walk with my friends,
Spin the thin Lenk,
The health to shake.
I overslept especially
Under stone — oar!
While you are young
Walk, walk, daughter.

* * *

Blondes run,
The cool run,
With silk twisted —
Eh!
My — steeper,
Yours — steeper,
At Marussia — steeper than all!
Walk faster,
Walk higher,
Rich with honey —
Eh!
Mine — higher,
Yours — higher,
Marussia’s — higher than all!
Our happiness —
Weave, spin,
Happily — in clubbing — in the distance!
Go more often!
The door ajar:
Good — hello — walk!
Not the ring,
Not the break-in,
Not the hot bonfire — into home!
Bow all round,
Wallet on the table,
From the wallet — coffers with stream, rain:
Seize by the hem!
Behind the sweet — behind the strong
Run, infancy!
On the rehearsal, falcons!
Walk, pretty maidens!
Glass is poured to edge,
Red bunting burns,
Each one thinks with his head,
People pour in mass.
They burn, bright,
They burn, hot,
Hot wit heat —
Eh!
My — hotter,
Yours — hotter,
Marussia’s — hotter than all!
They knock, loud,
They rattle, bells,
Restless —
Eh!
Mine — louder,
Yours — louder,
Marussia’s — louder than all!
Wipe, Luybki,
The raspberry lips!
Play the pipe, for horn!
For the dove, falcon!
With which one of us ahead
Will go the stranger hotshot lad?
Which one of us ahead
The falcon will take by the hand?
Stretch after her,
That among the blondes — blonde,
I will put on around,
That Marussia — among loves!
Dance, Masha,
Dance, Glasha,
In ours —
Eh!
Mine — prettier,
Yours — prettier,
Guest’s — prettier than all!
Tremble, boards!
Walk, codfish!
To become curly many times!
Under them — boards,
Under them — boards,
And under the hotshot — fire!
Fire there — fire here,
The same fire — fire all day!
Hands apart,
Fast gait,
Around the birch — the bonfire.
Mane — sideways,
Ravine — with breath,
Around the chapels — bonfire!
Spins, sprinkles,
Treadmill, whistling,
Donut! — Food!
Puppet, snapping.
And what!
And where!
And not enough strength!
And what!
And where!
Better trim the veins!
Dance, spinner,
Dance, bird,
They grow-nurture:
To whom — spade,
To whom — hawk,
To whom — unknown hotshot.
Not complex, not heard of —
With breath, with breath, with breath!
Not kindly — thus dashingly!
Like the wind, like the wind, like the wind!
The golden body — weight,
And lend to me, hotshot!
Your raspberry pouring —
Lend, maiden, share!
You — juice,
You — leaf,
I — ruddy knife!
Eater for merits!
Around, around, around!
Not with good — with bad!
Around, around, around!
Your skin of silk —
I snap for this.
Your hidden sweetness —
I swallow for this.
Near — in near,
Heart — to heart.
For — life,
For —
Hey, Marussia!
The blond braid!
The fruitful breads!
Why reeled,
Shook up,
Are the legs weak?
From nut shell
All defect.
Is it not time, doves,
To go home?
(I am now without mustache
And in mouth)
Conduct me, Marussia,
To the gates?

* * *

You are scythe-village fence,
The skewed gate.
We don’t pray to stumps:
Of the merchant’s countermen.
Not for nothing:
Ring — drop!
With the red product
Also, probably!
Our bathhouses are heated,
Our horses are fast.
And what for you is the village?
Probably — with belltower.
My heart is blond,
The ripe rye —
Marussia, the heart,
Will you give in matrimony?

2. LADDER

Dance, mothers,
While not lazy!
In our hut
Is the great day.
Me, the branch,
The scarlet fruit,
Falcon takes into wives!
And I said to you split off?
Eyes-hair like resin!
And I said to you from whose?
One heart — for two!
Your sweets — urgent,
Your heart — blind.
Throw on him, daughter,
On eyelet — a button.
True is my word,
My heart can see.
Go, hold the heart,
Unfold the ball.

* * *

And the heat!
And the dance!
Unravelled into three Volgas!
And the haste!
And the breath!
For two — one heart!
And the apple-not bitten-fruit!
Marussia, conduct
Me to the gates.
Farewell, birdie
My frightened!
(She the eyelet —
On the button).
Dream unrealizable,
Till the meeting!
(And the thread
With village stretches).

* * *

By the ditches,
By the fences
Moon to the right —
Past the logs
By the barns,
Past the shutters
By the potholes —
Ditches,
By crushed move,
By watch,
By stealing thief.
Do not stumble,
My thread, do not tear,
Don’t roll up, novice,
Don’t unwind, glomerulus!
By ravines,
By backyards,
With healthy estimate,
With vigilant eye,
On lapis lazuli —
By nooks and crannies,
By stuffy sigh,
By booming heart —
Friend, do not catch on!
Don’t unwind, glomerulus!
Through fowl-quinoa
I lead by rein?
Through fowl-quinoa
I walk with rein?
To the left — heart,
Crescent — to the right,
Past the tsar’s
Circle,
Past the fish
Past the row
All around the tsar’s fences
To the main entrance:
Gates on constipation.

* * *

Not a soul, not a sigh.
Look: ladder to the side.
Slipping through, with care
As a cat — on the ladder:
Our acquaintance stands,
Crunches UPO —
Oh, Marussia! Agitated blood — fear!
Here will sigh, will bang here —
And so through square —
Moon to the left —
Past God’s
Wrath,
By the ditches —
The veins buzzing —
Heart to the right,
Heart everywhere,
By potholes —
Potholes
With shaft-pitch.
And the grip
Betrothed! Look behind,
Get used to your mansions:
In pursuit the church with thief, with coffin,
With God, with thunder!
Through stump-deck — with sweat,
Through darkness-swamp — with trace,
Herd-flies-with flood,
With pig iron-rattles-with iron,
Stomps through stump-stake,
Claps with gates.
Drive, do,
Before the forehead:
Dead man with coffin after coffin!
Pray
For cover!
Dead man with coffin on coffin!
And —
Home.

* * *

What, daughter, did you see?
What, daughter, did you hear?
How is home for the dear?
With the roof of cross.
Why are you, daughter, pale?
Why are you, daughter, sweaty?
The village — Avon!
Stomped through stump-stake!
For wedding with feast!
Wave the handkerchief!
‘Why, daughter, do you cry?’
‘Mother, from joy.’

3. IN THE GATES

On the mother on the star
Over treasure:
I will pour the crust with tear
Widow’s business!
Weave, gold,
The market in hair!
Has burned
The hotshot-fire!

* * *

Flattering with body,
Wild with sight:
Why do you not look in the eyes?
(In temples — pounding,
In veins — shiver),
Why don’t you come near?
Now you blood my-violated-roll,
Conduct me to the gates, Marussia!

* * *

The girls fidget,
Chirp, indulge.
And Marussia grows blunt,
Does not want, persists.
‘Your wild soul!
Pride duodenal!
They shame, they poke with finger.
They are zealous, they thunder.’
‘Or will bite
The friend?
(Already Marussia — the step).’
‘Or will choke
The groom?
(Already Marussia — from them).
I would not have gone, as there’s no fear.
Step after step — in the gates.

* * *

Write, girl, whitewashed:
Did she climb the ladder?
Puffs, eyes — with glass:
Banged with paroxysm?
(Rolls-the-eyes):
Saw-did not see? No.
Well thus know, sister,
(Himself whiter than canvas.
Sniffs, tears the gate).
Tomorrow brother will die.
Tooth on spade —
Clang. As he said —
Thus he dimmed.

* * *

And already mother from the bridge:
How loved-wooed?
With what treated-regaled?
With fears, tales.
Why, daughter, do you frown?
Dark is your confession.
On the street across
He promised to build the house.
To end, as is started!
You’ll dance, betrothed!
Why are you crying, daughter?
From joy, mother!

* * *

Sleeps the yard, sleeps the home,
Sleeps the smoke on the mound,
Sleeps the dog, sleeps the goose too:
Marussia, oh Marussia!
Save my life!
Sister, wake up!
Sleeps the tsar, sleeps the thief.
Rise, rise on the beat!
Angry, scary and naked.
An aspen stake,
Sister, get ready!
Save my blood!
Crawling — through roads,
Standing — in gates,
With the gate — creak…
Sister, he’s dead!
Fierce is your wedding fist,
Your groom at —
He wants to get up:
Shoulder — with pood.
Get up, daughter!
It’s bad for the brother!
Dries with a bee!
Sharpens with a worm!
Get up, he wants
To give back the soul!
Here he jumps up:
Blood! In home is blood!
Pray, daughter:
Brother has died.

* * *

Brother lies down, hides the squirrels
Under the blue eyelids.
Washed is brother, dressed is brother,
To priest went the mother.
I was not a bad sister
To you: pants are patched up.
Where will I rush? Where will I hide?
All the neck — with spots!
Priests will dress with incense,
With meeting censers.
Where will I rush? Where will I get away?
All three — your candles!
There’s who? Hark!
Blown is the candle.
Re-spond!
Gave up twice
And:
With rattle — with screaming through stump — stake — track.

4. SECOND GATES

Like on the trial scary
The legs themselves carry.
Everywhere darkness and quiet.
Light — in the last hut.
And — familiar is shoal! —
Right to dance — with bottle.
At once the dance started:
Sigh, moan, account.
With hand they cover,
They sprinkle with water.
They buzz, they huddle
With crowd, with rabble.
Here is another,
Stands afar.
Well, maidens —
Stepped to the body.
Looks. Raised the eyes. Sat down.
She rises, as in slumber
Heavy, unknown.
‘Dead is my brother.’
‘Poor one! Poor one!’
You are a gray willow!
They nurture, they cradle.
And the first hotshot:
‘Heavenly realm!’
You are rye my-unbroken-honey,
Conduct me to the gates, Marussia!
Wind and willows.
Quiet, not cheeky.
With voice that flatters:
‘Heart, hear!’
We ask with meekness!
Heavenly mercy!
I’ll stand being questioned —
Do not unlock!
Throw off your slyness!
Heart, I swear:
I’ll crumble with dust,
I won’t return for centuries!
(Hands are compressed,
The legs whine).
They cover
With truth our brother!
To the core
You’re sick, my heart!
Know, that you’re innocent,
Know, that you’re conquered!
I give you myself
Into your hands, heart!
For me cross and key:
Won’t return for all time!
Fierce is your master!
Fierce is your ruddy one!
Midnight will hit,
Like a wolf I will look —
‘I know, they say, whose, they say,
Blood is in your veins!’
All for me till the same
Drop and lay out —
And will tear up
All our union.
With wind and gates —
For century I won’t return!
Not one life of yours,
Heart, I hold in my arms:
Yesterday I’ve bitten my brother,
Now I’m biting my mother —
Once,
Again
From belltower — battle.
One by one
Divide
Till twelfth time.
Breathing over soul:
Say, did in trace I go?
They shake, having come together.
‘Do you know my life?’
He throws back the eyes.
‘Did you see?’ — ‘Nay.’
‘Well, blind one, know,
(Took hand off the shoulder,
He beats the earth, puffs)
Now mother will die.
Tooth on spade —
Clang.
Like said —
Thus died down.

* * *

And to meeting, with the wind:
Hurry, my wanderer!
Psalter nobody will read!
We won’t part ever!
That each one of your thoughts
Came true, my star!
For three days we’re familiar with him:
He erects second house!
He is generous!
There is enough of earth!
‘Take me to you, daughter?’
‘I’ll come by myself, mother!’

* * *

Long is the night,
Long is boring night!
Daugh-ter! Daugh-ter!
Dogs — are they lowered?
Step by step
Don’t you set foot after mother?
Daugh-ter! Daugh-ter!
Are the gates tightly closed?
Breathe quieter!
You will bring sin to the soul!
I sleep — don not hear,
I sleep — don’t hear, mother!
Long is the night,
Long is suffering night.
Daugh-ter! Daugh-ter!
After potion to the sorceress!
Stake and tussock
To my earthly thoughts!
Daugh-ter! Daugh-ter!
Who will break the gates?
Not own! Alien!
The iron grip!
I sleep — don’t hear,
I sleep — don’t hear, mother!
Long is the night,
Long is judged night.
Daugh-ter! Daugh-ter!
Farewell! Ruined by me!
Alone
I’ll die, hurry, my dear!
Daugh-ter! Duagh-ter!
Farewell! Sold by you!
He sniffs, he swells!
Hurry! With snare-onslaught!
I sleep — I do not hear,
I sleep — I do not hear, mo —

* * *

Mother lies motionless,
Dressed up in savannah snows:
Solemn.
Bookish.
Eyes — bowls unopened —
With nickels sealed!
Dented.
Hidden.
For this, eyes, you are closed,
That you won’t torment my daughter:
Covert.
Secretive.
That, kites over carrion,
Did not peep out the daughter:
Into savannahs,
Into incense.
And we do not need to attempt those fears.
And for the half — a nickel.
And we do not need to go to hut with a foot.
And for the half — another.
To know, not sated
Is your rage — to death.
Sleeps to the right,
Looks to the left.

5. UNDER THE PORCH

Already danced, danced!
Already stomped, stomped!
All heads of butter,
Sweaty, red.
With handkerchiefs-bursts,
With clamps-tricks.
Only one is a widow!
The red shirt.
And ajar — little door:
The frosty breath.
And with the unconscious voice:
Groom, hello!
Bow is long,
Grin is scary.
Mother under canopy
Has gone — let’s dance!
In race — with cry
Girls at once.
With one eye
See — we’ll dance!
The red wedding!
Prettier than what!
Mother daughter sold, —
After —
Not the white handkerchief waves —
Soul with the body parts.
‘Wake up!’ ‘I do not want!’
Dancing I will free the soul!
‘Run, woman, from the hut!
Save the soul!’ ‘To your brother
And so good!
My soul is for what!’
I don’t put out the flames,
I dance my death
With sound! With stomping!
I puff with smut!
Head to shoulder:
Whisper, whisper!
For this that the treasure
Was buried in melting:
With pearl! With gold!
Because the hell
Is pitch-black — heaven!
With the hotshot! With the hotshot!
Not the blizzard — twirls the tatters:
The girl jokes with the hotshot.
Not the fire — the glass beats:
The man to the maiden leans.
Sister-in-law!
Shake off the dream!
Chase the verst!
Run to the priest!
What you know —
All lay out at once!
Jump up, girl!
The last hour!
I do not want your wounds!
Hell with you — ruddy garden!
I do not want your foam!
Death with you — pricey pearl!
Not to get rid of such tenderness!
Danced out of the hut.
Drunk on forest land!
Swim in dance across yard.
You are my prince! You’re my temple!
They dance, they dance, by the gates.
Step back! — Fierce is heat! — I’ll squeeze all!
Angrier than life! — Angrier than life!
Waited! — End! — Will bear all?
Angrier than death! — Angrier than death!
And on head — in argument
The axe of cast tin
In darkness: in the last dance
The order of the time of the earth
And
With cross and censor
Say — she had gone?
On secret deed
Say — she had peered?
Casts-up the eyes.
Were-saw? Nay.
Thus know, rack,
(And from eyes — angst
In three streams completely!)
Now at night you will die.
Tooth on spade —
Clang.
Like said —
Thus dimmed.

* * *

Lies the maiden
Like one taken to the church.
It’s smooth to the maiden
Felled in flowering.
In three cloths
Stretched out, in severity.
The soul does not leave
From the ribs.
Sleep-not sleep, lies,
And flesh-not flesh, lies,
No bone-no sigh, lies,
And waits-will wait, lies.
In the veins — sad
Pity, like pipe.
All is marvellous,
Seems wonderful.
Exactly not in the shop
He lies: in flowers-in rustling.
Exactly not still a vein:
Granddad and granny did not ripen!
Under bitter aspen,
With streams, with bees.
All the blue flowers,
She — like frying pen!
Under bitter aspen,
Where wanderer kept the path.
All the blue flowers,
She — like coal-heat.
Pulled after her,
That between blondes — is blond,
Wrap themselves around you.
That between Loves —
I sleep, don’t touch!
We burn-don’t wait!
Around the luxury —
With bumblebee.
Hour not ours,
My hell is scarlet!
To the very cup
He crouched.
End to your oars!
Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing!
End to your scarlet ones!
Sting, sting, sting!
Ah — pity?
Angrier — pity!
Sleep with one!
Eh, bumblebee!
Hang-ing
Your — hop
Sing, bumblebee!
Hey, bumblebee!
See, ruddy one,
All bloodstains — three hundred.
Hold, frugal one,
One for life:
That with small river to return
We would have had from what to begin.
Lock and seal.
Fresher than former to get up —
Cannot remember, will to sleep.
Lock and seal
That in the very sleepy
Dream you did not yourself recall,
Flowers modestly, I will.
That after very prince
Meeting — I did not overlook you,
Look on the ground, I will.
Our meetings — five altogether:
To lie with grain, to rise with flower.
Flower is red, leaf is green,
Let me put you in the cradle
For the eternity-week.
That with little legs to the door
To conduct you they didn’t dare,
Did not put above the stone.
One for one — five carts:
Without diner — five years.
In heavenly kingdom
Maidens are all blonde!
Do you sleep, bride?
Do you sleep, Marussia?
In heavenly kingdom
Sheep are not whole!
Sleep, my white one!
I won’t hurt!
The girls have guessed to you the change:
My joy has gone pale, gone pale.
The girls have danced to you the sheet,
My joy swam away, swam away.
Teeth — why do you grin?
And to the widower
I celebrate? And
All the bloodstain?
On iliac slope —
Ring, ring, ring!
Over sunken heart —
Sting, sting, sting —
And, into the heart!
Sell, my —

* * *

Not the beads
Around the temple:
Over Marussia
Crowd — girlfriends.
It is heavy, probably!
(Probably, after all…)
This youth
To stand — to weep.
She grew, right,
She bloomed, fiery.
Why did you solder?
Why did you lure?
To sweep you smoothly,
To bloom after princess.
Just for the holiday
Open your eyes!
In the blue handkerchief,
Would give a ruble…
Open, girl, sponges,
Tell me, pigeon!
Not counting
Till three
From shroud — sigh.
All at once
In the row
From shroud — stare:
‘Like I am a great sinner before the Lord —
Forgive me, girls, under the porch.
Like I am with death and undead inseparable —
Bury me, girls, in development:
In snow, without cross.’
Said — went away.

* * *

Sin with God!
The earth will hide!
Under the porch
I dig a hole.
Farewell! Touch,
Vein-cartilage!
Under the porch
They drag the corpse.
Like from your eyeless hut
They took three at once:
Two — with right road,
And Marussia — under the porch.
Like on fearsome rest
They carried three — different:
Two — in garden of the cross,
And Marussia — into space.
In those spa-ces.

SECOND PART.
1. MASTER

Hey, bells, let’s hit louder!
Our new arc!
Young is master, single is master,
The master’s servant is old.
Hey, friends, it will be faster!
On our whole snows!
Wild is master, tambourine — is master!
Sombre is the master’s servant.
Eh, horses of mine —
You sleepy heads of mine
Overlapping —
Eh, versts of mine!
Versts to the left, versts to the right,
Versts into brows, versts into rear.
To one song, to one fame,
Who gave birth to the way.
I am not Sidor and not Paul,
In shoulders — prowess, in ears — humming.
In eyes — I stood the pockmarked pole,
In snow — the verst I did pull.
Eh, horses of mine
Sleepy heads of mine
Own!
Overlapping!
Eh, versts of mine!
We are raking second hundred,
Walk, whip, dance, harness!
Look-now, master, rise-now, master,
That white snows will flower!
Where versts came together
(All — apart, one skyward), —
Colour, ruddy colour
Burns, clean-coal!
(New is the eye of the master,
Light is the jump of the master).
With fingers snapped:
Eh, blow away! Eh, turd!
And you plainly!
And you with the root!
Splashed with the hands:
Eh, noble one! Eh, important one!
Look, master, the tears
With beauty — did not amass.
(Young is clove of the master,
Frisky is the temper of the master).
Into snow — till the knee,
Fur — wide open.
(Though red, not young stream —
Greeks’ niches are sore!)
Rushes, with sight
Eats, gets excited.
Well, master, fast?
Not clean is the place!
Blows, shakes off
Snow from leaf.
Sat, fills with floor.
Hey, versts!

2. MARBLES

What is the light in the snow
Of twelve poles?
Snowmound-white mountain,
Marbles of the great-grandfather.
On the stairway — above:
Look — the legs are taken off!
Flashed — and sunk
With the stone shoot.
Renounce — sing just once
Be dumfounded of the marbles!
Look — and throw in
With abyss, with the darkness.
Otherwise — would we lie to God?
Pole like pole and home like home:
With the towers, with the baths:
Of the master of ours.

* * *

What the master? Roaming?
Is rampant? Skewers?
Is not careless with life,
And does coo with the flower.
Light my-foundling,
My heat in the hands,
My prince-recluse,
The red saucer.
How will knock on the drum
The red gloom on the marbles,
How will play up, the horse,
The red dusk in the marbles —
And on the lintels — in smoke,
And in a hustle — in vats…
And I do not need wine!
And I do not need a wife!
So?
Youth into palms
Splashes from happiness,
Old age on the side
Spreads the bed.
Spreads — without folds,
Drops — without bottom…
Old age and youth
Cocked the eyes.
She got up — into darkness,
She got up — and stares:
I am your slave,
You are my prince.
In these marbles…
(Leaning to ear):
Old is your slave…
Wound up the undead.
Thus — without lies —
Don’t say to sight,
Not bound to gaze,
Lie in vigilance.

* * *

Not wind in mountains
Shook off grey spots.
The twelfth hour
In marbles hums.
High, alone
The master comes.
(Count, master:
The fourth strike!)
Hour — thousand chests,
Hour — thousand lips.
All hassles of friendships,
All misses of feelings —
All did twist
And threw away — shaft.
(Eh, hold high!
Tenth fell!)
Tenth blow,
Tenth swing.
Comes the lord,
In marbles comes.
In fringes — died out
And — thunder hall past —
The high sigh
On the twelfth shaft.
And with twelfth, with last — into very battle
Thus the greenery-heat will shake up-startle.
And with twelfth, with last — into very shaft
Thus will break off — come off the scarlet flame.
(Master will thus explode!)
On-earth how glows!
Thus how will bang
With pretty maiden!
The beautiful dowry,
The cheeks without feeling.
Throws back the figure,
Crunches the hands.
With splashes! — With sparks!
Brows — in two versts!
And truly
The beautiful girl!
With side to the left,
With side to the right.
Swims the peafowl,
Master — behind.
In legs — the skill:
Palace — driven.
Takes to the right.
Master — behind.
Loud are marble plates,
And like washed away are steps.
Loud are the marble walls,
And the steps — like into foam.
Moon in sky — is white.
Sails — took to the left.
Sails — with the bread,
Sails — with the honey.
Master — behind:
As if sold out.
Sweeps like a snake,
Sweeps like a blonde.
Thus glued,
Thus screwed.
Bold are girl’s pranks!
(Sees): scrappy curtain.
Light is retinue of the maiden.
Table’s covered in the middle.
Not feeling shy so —
Grab — bread and salt!
Food — ingenious,
Wines — printed.
Crunched with the crust,
Rang with a cup.
Figs — luxurious,
Powers — of Moscow.
Crust is crumbled,
Cup is spilled out.
Sweetens with tear,
Bites with the thought.
With all the vessels
He crunches the boredom.
Like will hit from the stirrups
Moon’s ray on crystals.
And how will rest
In her stucco face
Fathers-saints!
Eyes are — blind!
Sunken.
Flaming.
Stood up.
Startled.
Face — like breathed out.
Not
Bloodlines.
In bands — in rustiness,
In beads — in dullnesses…
Sneaks by the wall.
Listens with ear.
Curls, clings
With black illness:
Like on the steps —
Above on the wall!
Narrows eyelids,
Shoulders pulls in:
Oh, he overhears!
Oh, he peeps!
How he will lure,
Accept with body —
Crashes on ground,
Went into dance!
In those invisible bells
Whom do you ring?
At whom do you wink?
Whom do you bait?
With whom do you dance?
Where are your invited ones?
After all no one:
Crescent and marble.
Crescent — with bursts,
Sign — of pieces of glass.
With cup — on the table:
To clink with one dear!
Cup — into pieces!
Tablecloth — with paint!
Know that the maiden
Has happiness — red!
I want, sparrow!
I want to hide!
Dances. Cries.
Cries. Dances.
Swim. Jump.
All — at once!
Dance. Cry.
Cry. Dance.
With silken sails
In middle of floor — with bell.
Hands inside out:
Scatters the ground.
And treasure?
With fierce nails
Scrapes in floorboards.
From East to West
Digs up the hollow:
An:
Don!
Order to dark:
Back!
Out!
Morning law:
Ringing:
Hour.
Side to the left,
Side to the right.
Sails like peafowl.
Master behind.
Got lost, one brave!
Got lost, one poor!
Takes to the right —
Master behind.
Loud are valleys of marble —
And her steps — like in cinders.
Loud are rusty braces
And her steps — like in ashes…
Past the sleeping beards
She sweeps — beret to the left.
Short sip,
Urgent step…
Sock — into heel:
Like attached.
Not with heaven he sweeps — with ashes.
Thus soldered,
Thus riveted.
Light are the girls’ break-ins!
Sees: GORENKA is familiar.
Sly are girls’ hide-and-seek!
Sees: in the tub, the tree!
Forehead on ground — chok!
And on branch —
Jump —
Here is master for her! Grab!
‘Say how to call:
Name, rank, gender!’
Seized-froze-waits.
Here — it began!
(Where it undertook?)
Swept up in a flame!
Soared like a snake!
Twists from hands,
Beats from hands,
Tears from hands,
Pours from hands.
Rakes — does not give.
Kick-jump-run-fly —
Tears with a leash.
Beats with a sail.
Jumping from hands, night time from hands,
Throwing from hands,
Smoke from hands.
Into forehead tamed —
Hollow in rear!
Master — from veins,
Master — from strength:
One of broad chest,
Resilient with veins.
With fish from hands!
Tearing from hands!
Crescent — in dark,
Bush-little one
With limbs — how
Hooks in the face!
Crescent — in dark,
Bush, falling apart,
With awls — like
Fangs in the eyes!
Holds (from holes —
Eyes!) — so and so
Higher on branches
Will leave as light!
Holds (with mound —
Veins!) Not in life!
Here after the fringe
With thunder: ‘Hold on!’
Leaf — from a shore,
Crescent — from clouds,
To maiden — servant:
‘Key-your-cross!’
How will moan the tree!
How will flinch the maiden!
Like on right-on left
And left-on right.
With branches, with hands…
Relax, softened.
The final flame,
The final drop
Dried up, went out,
Went out, went dim.
Like tow — like doll —
Like lamp without oil…
Went out,
Wilted,
Dimmed.
Wherefrom this cross-cutting?
I do not know.
Imported vine, I wish?
I do not know.
Eyes dignified as before?
I do not know.
Thus will jump master of brow!
You want to live with me in love?
Life? So! Death? To me!
I don’t know, no…
Master steps up quietly:
Maybe, what ancient sin?
He — give, you — for…
S-he: ‘I don’t know —
I don’t recall…’ Master rings:
I take into wives, not princesses!
The-wife is-a-lone!
I-do not know… For…
With boring cane sound:
‘You listen to my three words!’
(Long will we lie together?
That’s not what the talk is regarding
T)
Submit to maiden’s nonsense:
Don’t lead me to mass
Of five years — day by day,
Of five years — and day.
Under canopy I walk cold:
Merry guests do not call,
Sing alone,
The guests do not call.
And my final saying:
Not alone with red thread,
No inch, no shred!
Burn the tree…

3. SON

Flow the rivers, roll,
Grow children — get old,
Live the masters — are spent,
To party — without miserliness!
Young is my wife,
A beauty I have!
Not money alone
Is erased with ardent shine.
The pigeon lives with the dove,
The master lives with the mistress.
My wife is young,
I have the madam!
The day rises — sing the saints,
It’s midday — together they rise,
Evening on forehead — twist the tails,
Night in bypass — don’t wait for us.
He forgot how he’d been single,
How he quarrelled for the bottle.
That at no time the live-voice
Rolled out in the upper rooms.
My wife is strict,
I have a recluse!
And it was — it burned!
Burned without avarice!
You won’t find the shred
Of red bunting on the palace.
Modest is my wife —
Unravel with such!
Walks in white,
Judges maturely,
Praises poorly,
Dulls the eyes.
Only cruel is one thorn:
That we live without aid!
In whole palace, not one
Icon will you find.
We have wife without bottom:
Reach — drown.
They live an hour — they guard fear,
They live a day — they cling sweeter,
They live a year — dream without distemper,
The fifth knock — they await the son.
Master walks around,
Master walks everywhere.
Dishevelled, scared,
Scared, fragmented.
With fortified-guard
Stands — with living fence.
Won’t stare in the eye,
Won’t throw the flames.
Slipping through, and looking back,
Where’s word, where’s sign.
Who did not ring the key,
Did not lock the harvest time.
(Where and afar
To get lost — we don’t know!)
Did not blow onto you,
Did not wave onto you.
Many hardships are accepted:
Not one is reduced.
And in snows is spread out
The young mistress.
Snows — tightly woven,
Soul — keeps by edge.
In two tall hands
Firstborn extends.
Like sober, like drunk:
You are my awaited gift,
You are son Bogdan —
And I’ll make a feast!

* * *

Not curly vine
In whistles — ladies and gentlemen:
The young mistress
Consoles her son.
The arms are blown,
Rains — with ringing….
Upon all streets
Days are forgiven!
Lord, pardon me!
Fire — without coal!
With one hand — dear,
With another — anyone.
Like horse and hitching post
Knocking down — for far away!
Like rivers start,
Pushing aside the mountains!

* * *

Not the split ice
Persists on shore.
With cathedral bell
The father’s chest.
Tears — like rivers,
In heart — swallows!
Eh, not to anyone
With you to boast!
To tsar or to David
Dancing — with tambourines!
Unseen passion!
Difficult happiness!
Thus I fall
From legs, like a drunkard…
Eh, I would ask
For the feast!

* * *

(Sweets — with step,
Passions — with trot.)
Master, master,
Don’t be aloud in thought!
News — with sphere,
Guest — with roaming walk.
Master, master,
Don’t brag sideways!
With sphere — with heat
With mark — with play…
Master, master, master, master!

4. FEAST

Now — plenty, tomorrow again
Enough of all.
Like heavy dreams
From your honey life.
Our granddads and great-granddads
Experience.
Lies the master — dined,
And on the side.
Snoring and naps,
Whistles and rings,
Was our vigorous,
Wound-up day.
And in snore-that-glanders:
Rise, master-youth,
Throw off the robe!
Climb in parade!
That — how: drop it!
Mas-ter! Guests!
Feedbag — news!
Faster rise!
More motley dress!
Meet the guests!
Now — here is hour!
And that one: to jesters!
You’ll give dear,
Throw whim, master!
Maybe-show to know!
To meeting order!
A-gain on side!
Eh-you: broad!
How he’ll jump, brave!
How he stomps, strict!
Hand — in a sleeve,
Foot — in a boot!
Gone!

* * *

Not the fleet-footed swirl
Resistant — through moat:
The master stares
From marble-heights:
Sta-red: measured!
Fiery herd!
Like crow’s growls
Rounded up from nests.
Horses-sleighs-rejoice-manes, —
The fiery verst!
Fi-re and flame!
Hor-ses! Sleigh!
With knife abrasion,
With mass ulcer.
Front-rear ones,
Near ones-far ones.
Front ones — to porch,
Last ones — for verst!
With verst — do not embrace all:
They roll, they roll, they roll!
With wall — you won’t obscure:
They chase, they chase, they chase!
Wherefrom recruited?
With camp, with camp!
Wherefrom called?
Princes! Princes!
Complimented! Did not wait?
With fire — to the flame!
With-horde in canopy.
Hor-ses in foam.
Horses! Horses!
Red horsecloth!
Porch — with groan.
Low bows.
Shoulder — jiggling, body — shaking,
Eyes — bevelled:
And we guests luxurious,
Not called.
Beaver — with forest, scarlet — with heat,
Boot with knocking:
And we such guests,
From Sloboda.
Grip — frisky!
Whip — greyhound!
Kingdoms we don’t know!
Master, hello!

* * *

Fire — in marbles,
Steam — in marbles,
Feast — in marbles,
Heat — in marbles.
One groaned —
Another shout!
And glass is empty —
Under the table of the sword!
We have the law:
Glass — under table!
Foot — on the table!
Falcon, walk!
And caught a cold — scrapes with soap,
Sweep with the brooms!
And we are sharp-winged guests,
Resilient ones!
From which land,
Rabble uncalled-red?
Roman — not Roman.
Ivan — not Ivan.
Eh, just like wine
Not to round — inside,
Not all the same,
To pour for whom!
Walk, brothers!
Throw swagger!
And you yourself drink!
And you yourself drink!
I’ll drink — with horses
Ride into altar!
And we behind!
And we behind!
Let’s-kiss!
To young — to smack!
To grey — to mumble!
And you are hotshot!
And you are hotshot!
You want to relish once —
And there though…
And you are prince!
And you are prince!
We’ll-fraternize!
Gold coins with hot hammer!
Let’s swear!
Let’s swear!
We give good hotels!
Let’s have fun!
Let’s have fun!
With godfathers
Are sent to you!
The own house:
‘Seek in the snow!’
Throw off fears,
Throw off thoughts!
We’re — godfathers, we’re — godfathers!
From road — with news:
Where’s godson? Where’s godson?
To procession contrive!
Give the serf!
Wine — with a puddle.
Spine — horror.
Guests: Come on!
Master: You all!
Hair — with the fence,
Brain — with distemper.
Guests: The son!
Master: To jesters!
Thus will flare
Guests — with red:
In vain he bragged!
In vain he bragged!
Here will wave
Guests — with the red:
He’s not Bogdan:
He’s given by Satan!
One: with coffin!
Another: ogre!
Swear, that he limps!
Hey-hey, bicorn!
One: snot!
Another: no nose!
I swear that he’s crooked!
I swear that he’s cross-eyed!
I beat on mortgage
(One): fanged!
Another: Like an elk!
Third: Without eyes!
And thus?
Right, godfather!
(Bottle — to smithereens!)
Right, Satans!
(Glasses — to smithereens!)
Thus he is humpbacked?
Gay, gray spots!
Run into pitching!
Pull the son!
Fanged? The long tail?
We’ll show! We’ll show!
Boasted? Nose with edge?
We’ll imagine! We’ll imagine!
For — the —

* * *

‘Your blue eyes,
My absurd thoughts.
Your blue eyes,
And can be — black.
Like they chased off my life
With a verst — I from brink.
My foolish head,
I don’t know — that I drink.
My friend — not a pair,
Not {Ohs}’s headwear.
She fell from the stairs,
Fell — I won’t go straight.
You burn on foreign flame,
Soul — they took by force!
My foolish head,
That I sing — I don’t know,
I remember dawns, I remember oars…
In silk or in rags?
I won’t recall, I won’t forget,
What would I not forget?
Only glory, that is true, so…
Wife? Did not call her thus!
My foolish head,
That I sing…

* * *

On potholes — snowstorm,
Before master — servants.
(On benches — glitter)
With empty hands.
Where’s my apple-fruit?
Does not give master.
Where’s my angel-face?
Does not will master!
I to her: mercy!
Want for minuteness!
Fired up,
Shouted around:
‘Slave, for your soul,
I’ll research with bone!)
Thus will rise up
Guests with play:
Eh till the king!
Eh till the king!
Therefore will spit
Guests to the ground:
Must jinx!
Must jinx!
Squirrels — fart,
With finger — they prod.
That — as a pike,
That — as a bird.
They ask with Christ,
They pimple with spit.
Thus like a dog,
Thus like a rat.
Hello, godfather!
(On the table — alley!)
Hello, toadies!
(Ice holes, air holes…)
The red bath!
Jump, gray spots!
Where, maybe, master
With the sleep
Willed to go out…
What — for —

* * *

‘Your blue eyes,
My debatable thoughts.
Your blue eyes,
And they could have been black…
Did not show the heat
SVAVO — modest flower.
Head-my-hold:
With whom slept — do not remember.
And would live as an eagle
Without knowing — duty-free!
For what reason did guests gather?
Called by whom? Sent by whom?
The guards had not been deceiving
Own — modest bloom.
Head-my-missing:
Don’t recall it slept with whom.
Who there wanders, wants to rise?
Falcon — the quail?
Love don’t love me, son!
Loved by all, and to whom not loved?
Did not graft the sting
Your body — modestly it bloomed.
Head-mine-rubble:
It slept with whom —

* * *

In the rubble — blizzard,
Before master — servant:
(Jumping on the benches)
One, without company.
Where is the one I called?
Did not look from the place!
Without mistress, no dinner,
And he answers: Is not needed!
Not wanderers, nobles.
And he in answer: not allowed!
Thus will shriek,
Splayed out:
Must be in boils!
Must be in boils!
Thus will trumpet
Once, together:
Must be in scabs!
Must be in scabs!
What mortar — that scab!
What tooth — that gap!
I bet, that forelock!
I bet, that baldness!
Pot from the face!
Redder than fox!
I bet, bald?
Hey-hey, mustache!
I will lay down,
He stinks — one!
Another: fat tail!
Third: Adam’s apple!
And (Osh) how?!
Godfather, let’s check!
(Having thrown back the head
He puffs: bonfire at night!)
Red buntings, let’s check!
Nose with awl, bone with pole?
We’ll write down! We’ll write down! Bald?
With furnace — to fall?
We will recall! We will recall!
To all swell,
How not the fang?
Brothers, hold!
Gay, old
Man! Water the kennel!
With pitch boil!
He left as a fellow —
Returned as a pair!
He peahen with she peahen.
What — for —

* * *

‘Your blue eyes,
Fed in secrets, in nights! —
Your blue eyes,
Black: I close.
You dawn with black glow:
Who heard? Who saw?
My head! Oh woe —
Head! Do not give away!
The tree grew — from the edge,
Stood — did not touch.
Why did they tear the dress
Flowery, terry?
Where is equal-land,
In which there’s no son nor husband…
My head! Mountains — head!
I won’t move it.
Marvellous, marvellous snow
Not melting on eyelashes!
Why do you press on the rims?
Push on the elbow?
Five days till the time.
Who asks? I won’t go out!
My head! Oh rumbling —
Millstone…’

* * *

In the camp — humming!
Master leads the mistress.
Shaking on benches:
In crystal, in muslin.
And to you, that bid,
Labors of my kid!
Here to you, fairground-horde,
My mistress-strict!
Wow — don’t feel!
After verst marvel!
(Their dull eyes,
Marble like ice.)
Enough huddling!
Soul, swear!
Well, brothers,
Why not nice?
Thus will burst out
Guests with moan:
Good but not baptized!
Why you huddle?
Burnt product!
Not baptized, not asked!
Went to church?
Thurified sacrifice?
Labored spine?
Beat the bows?
One: Where’s the cross?
Another: crash with forehead!
Such widows,
(Third): into Erdan!
One: Stuck!
Another: Died!
Such widows,
(Third): on end!
One: to wolves!
Second: to cauldron!
Third: to temple!
Servant: to stake!
And thus?!
(With grinding — benches,
Greenery — in faces)
For you, undead ones,
The word that’s righteous!
(Jaws — with molasses,
Eyes — with film)
The brief word,
The loud word.
Oh!
The wolves’ flock!
Flattery of fox!
No need — no need!
No — swear!
Be cursed!
Wolves! Owls!
Here-here will crash,
The son will drop.
(They eat with eyes,
They drink without glass!_
Master in unrest,
Master in thought.
Glass — without bottom,
Around — mugs…
Here they will crash,
Here they will punch —
Thus they will howl,
Thus they will soar:
One: mattress!
Another: fetish!
‘How is Fetis!’
‘Just touch — the seams!’
One: melted!
Another: rallied!
Blank is the shot!
Patched is the boot!
Wife in a voice:
‘Recall the vows!’
Reigns with the foot!
Thinks with the spine!
The sobbing wife:
‘Do not — swear!’
Heart did not bear the shame,
Arose the noble blood,
Fell the fearsome word:
‘Tomorrow into Lord’s temple
We will by hand enter!’
Raised the right.
An:
Thus!
The rooster’s cry!
Here, fowl,
Cosset — on shore!
Ah —
Yes!

* * *

Tables — with a hop,
Rugs — with a metal.
Falcon, farewell,
Keep your word!
Squirrels — with hoop,
Lips — with foam.
Farewell, king,
Hold the price!
With axe — with rustling — with heap — with hassle!

5. CHERUBS

Horses did not neigh,
Birds did not sing.
In window rust
Bloomed the dawn.
And hawk does not sip,
And carter does not carry.
The dawn gray hair,
The dawn across.
And barely — as if thought stated —
Over the mistress — rustle:
Awake, my envy!
And carelessly — as if hesitating with tear
Over mistress chatter:
Awake, my jealousy!
(Not wind in the grass?
Not cinders in ash?
No masters’ skill,
No master’s voice.)
And far, and near,
And with ligature, and with ringing…
The dawn across,
The dawn connections…
And with grip — as if in face of the wind —
Don’t ride! Don’t ride!
You’ll answer with child!
And tearfully — as if woman cries —
Don’t ride! Don’t ride!
You’ll pay with bliss!
Listened: really?
Looked down: I rave!
Dear? Not male!
I cosset you!
Not spitefully, not deceitfully:
Behind eternity — at once!
Another! Impossible!
I wait for you!
And tedious — like sick little kids —
Don’t ride! Don’t ride! Don’t ride! Don’t ride!

* * *

Blinked in the light —
With grey sallow candle.
Quiet advice
In master’s bedroom.
Lord save — shout,
Lord save — argument:
Quiet talk,
Secret talk.
They sit — blonde with grey,
They sit — small with bald.
One voice: I come!
Another: Get sober!
It is said: Go!
Awake the master!
(Quiet battles,
Hidden battles!)
They’ll quiet — and again
For the old wound.
One voice: Word!
Another voice: Drunk!
Hard to them is your
Oath road!
(The old beard,
Game for two!)
Gentleman from drink
Does not lie. Troubles-sins!
Lay down the sleigh!
Deliver! I said: I come!
Thus the blind man,
Foolishness of gentle-man,
The count’s glaze,
The master’s shape!
The ninth roll,
The tenth sweep…
And old: no how
In dinner room they ring?
Pricked in the chest…
Behind windows, edge…
Take the spouse!
Horses harness!
Into heaven…

* * *

In the field — glow,
In bedroom — quiet.
Arise, master,
You’ll sleep through heaven!
Eyelids — with lace:
Dream? Reality?
Rise, direct
The man’s will!
Let’s go — let’s go!
To mass — to mass!
We’ll roll — we’ll roll!
To communion — to communion!
We’ll venerate the icons!
Arise, godless one!
We’ll show to princess!
Naughty one, a-rise!
About you — bell of copper!
We go! We go! We go! We go!
About you, prodigal minion!
We will! We will! We will! We will!
And — their!

* * *

Snowstorm! Snowstorm!
White blue!
White — snowstorm!
White, white-lip!
And the snowstorm!
No friend, no oak!
Fluff up, snowstorm,
The beaver coat!
Make wider noise!
You’ll slay — make you happy!
Of these feasts
Not four — not three!
Sweep above!
Holy is — what’s higher —
I sleep — don’t hear,
I sleep — don’t hear,
Bad language — what?
What in hooks
On level with snake?
Branches — with boughs,
Versts — with cold.
Brows — with locks!
Throat — with crack!
I got con-fused,
I had dreamt…
Whistle, snowstorm!
See, blindness:
Beauty with friend —
One castle!
Slash, cold!
Bear, meekness!
Wife with husband —
One abyss!
Where there’s two — don’t climb,
Pantless fornication!
‘Eh, master’s pride!
Don’t forget kinship!’
Away! Not till brothers!
What was — is gone!
‘And who I as such
To say on the’ —
What?
What there drags
After the skids?
Must be, the bird
Froze.
Eyes — to loveliness,
Crossed — the arms…
Blizzard has been,
Had — seemed.
Tighter to husband clings:
The sugared lamb!
Tighter in quivering furs
The infant he smells:
I’ll die, will you nurture
The dear babe?
‘Wild is your soul!
Proud one duodenal!’
What?
What does there spin
In earrings — in sparkles?
Blizzard — with twig
Whips the hor-ses!
Full — chested!
Broad — shouldered!
Had — thought,
Had — seemed.
Rise with ash, rise with dust,
Rise with memory from forehead!
And you cross-siding-development
Crossroads-fate!
And the cold — chilled the bones!
Beavers — won’t save the shoals!
Look-so, fine, rise-so, fine,
That bloom the snows white!
What with coal
Burns-flashes?
That, in fear:
Dream in vain!
The fearsome beauty!
Leaves — eternal!
Frost-bitten,
Had — seemed!
And you, birds,
Vile people!
To jesters, fears!
Walk, versts!
Down with, old
Goat — with goat!
Had frozen
My pair!
(Grandfather-
Jumps
In snow:
Wilted).

* * *

Write, white, idols:
Village — of our kindness!
Nod, dear one, beavers!
Slaves of our dearness!
Whose huts? Master’s!
Sho-vels? Master’s!
Pat-ches? Master’s!
Guys? Master’s!
My — huts,
My — expense.
By father taken,
To God sacred.
Felted boots!
Whose legs? — Master’s!
Ear-rings as gift.
Whose legs? — Master’s!
My fears,
My wheezing,
Sowed by the king,
Covered by God.
Hey, fried geese!
Whose geese? — Master’s!
Hey, rusty hands!
Whose Rus? — Master’s!
And we, gentleman,
A quick people
Mary, hold!
My Russia!
On the own village — we are tsar!
We’ll want — with horse to altar!
With horse, with sleighs,
With wagon, with stallions!
Whose masonry? Master’s!
Babysitter? Master’s!
With red poles
Whose hut? Master’s!
Fall, three, without thought!
Our — gold-pig iron!
Besides holy Trinity —
Our brick-construction site!
Hey, owl!
My taiga prince,
My highway thief,
Say, mat,
Whose church? — God’s.
His — vaults,
Your — mud.
And I, loafer,
Thought — otherwise…
Cocked — trigger,
Came — kingdom!
And I, fool,
Thought — bar!
Where over kingdoms — cross,
Master’s power — ban.
Where above kingdoms — handkerchief,
To master’s will — sunset.
Fellow is trickster:
Wised up!
Thought — master,
Came out — fool!
We are to gentleman —
Simpletons!
Climb off, the king!
We rolled up…
To — gates,
In — temple.

* * *

‘Give, berry!
Give, cherry!’
With whine-burden
Brothers beggars.
‘Save, righteous man…
Save, tortured man’…
Scorned,
Finished.
(Sleepers,
Cripples,
Germans —
Fools).
On coin
Past — into palm.
Cripples — with fence,
Germans: name!
Fingers — with agility,
Eyes — with levee.
Whom to honour?
Whom to remember?
Don’t honour me,
Don’t glory me…
(Creaking,
Grunting…)
Leave me!
Don’t touch me!
(Snoring,
Clicking…)
One: with God! Another: stand!
Your outlandish fashion!
One: give up! Another: hide!
In health, after resting!
With — hock,
With — wall eye.
Bark. — Whine.
Shouting.

* * *

With enemy cavalry
Blocking the entry.
Eyes — with luminary!
Red bunting — under rag!
Face — to face, near — to near:
‘Tell me — show up!’
Nearness — to nearness, life — to life:
‘Say-must …’
‘Scat,
Jumpy lynxes,
Foxes staggering!)’
Dashing aside — pile.
Master — under arm
To king — in temple.

* * *

‘From face of the wicked,’
(For sweetness — of the flattering!)
‘Sharpened my soul,’
(Saved — not his own!)
‘In blood of your wing
Cut me…’
(My morning dawn!
Treasury!)
Timid — step,
To vale — ghost.
Blood in ears:
Jingle to chill.
‘Strike my soul.’
(Pray! Do not listen!)
‘Possessed by me,’
(Pray!) ‘I will explain —
Thus the lion
Is ready for catch…’
(Is he so
Strict?
Don’t brand me with the final seal!)
‘Thus lion, that does in secrets dwell.’
Whisper from rear, whisper from edge:
Whose?
Necks — with vert, eyes — with choker:
Whose? From where?
I’ll howl deeper
Into shoulders.
Won’t throw up eyes:
The candle.
‘Sprinkle me with hyssop — I’ll be cleansed!’
(In house happy, high, exuberant
There, where diamonds and harp
And sweetness — without shore!..)
‘I’ll make myself white
More than snow!’
Steeper — than son
In the chest:
Doesn’t remove the eyes.
‘Ridges!
My heart — embarrassed in me!
Fear of death — attack on me!’
(Teetotaller! Virgin!
Storehouse, just for me — servant!
Your heaven is wondrous!
Your lily is gorgeous!
Sell the son,
Reject the husband!
As princess of your kingdoms
I stand — clearly and in the eyes!)
‘Give me wings to the pigeon:
I will fly and I will rest!’
Splash of wings
Near shoulders.
Crackling of wax.
Heat from candles.
‘Softer than butter is their lip…’
(Tore and was thrilled!)
‘Sweeter than angels — they squeezed,
But the sword from arrows —
Their words!
And their friendship
Worm — in bones.
Blood of husbands
And flattery.’
(Is so spiteful
The bone hassle?
We’ll ask the maidens!)
‘Wisdom! Forgive!’
Hammering — temples,
In a bulk — larynx.
(Won’t throw up the eye!
Won’t look with sight!)
‘Like on the bride
Fate… Heavy is sin!
And won’t cross the forehead!
And the eye won’t seem!
Look: he creates
Speeches! Than coffin more nice!
Not human
Rat, not our!
With baby!
With boy!
In cap!
In dress!
(They knock,
They whisper,
They stomp,
They recede.)
Seduction!
Egyptian darkness!
An-nouncement,
Get out!
Light of my eyes!
Bowls of mistress!
Announcement,
From —
Farewell, well-fed one!
Farewell, sleek one!
Is drooping. — Child
On hands — to husband.
Farewell, little one!
Farewell, tiny one!
Here-here he’ll curl,
On earth will fall.
Greenery… Blue of sea…
Spreads… Bows…
Only don’t throw up the eye:
In left window!
Final — from sight…
On throne.. For me!
Winnowing… Melting…
Secret prayer.
Fervour, to me!
Glow, to me!
In the left window,
In eternal flame.
Peaches — in scarlet!
Heart — in the chest!
Not a man
Light! Do not stare!
‘I — che-rubs!’
With eagle playground,
With driven foliage…
‘Che-rubs sec-retly…’
With thousands-lips,
With thousands-darkness…
‘How all to the tsar…’
Hit. — Window ajar…
With glass-ringing, with darkness-passion…
Look, forgetful one!
(Not once. People — dead.)
Coming, rye heart!
Ma-russia!
Glanced.
The glass had crashed:
The rye mops!
With a flame — ashes,
With full flow
Fire — and in flight
Covered — the spears
Fiercer: — You?
I!
That one — above,
This one — near:
Coiled,
Soared:
Heat — into heat,
Flow — into flow!
At-home
Is blue flame.
Цветаева Марина Ивановна
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