Hotshot

HOTSHOT

FIRST PART

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,

In mass people pour.

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!

Boards, shake!

Codfish, walk!

To become curly many times!

Under them – boards,

And under the hotshot – fire!

Fire there – fire here,

The same fire – all fire!

Hands apart,

Fast gait,

Around the birch – the bonfire.

Sideways - mane,

With breath – ravine,

Around the chapels – bonfire!

Spins, sprinkles,

Treadmill, whistling,

Food! – Donut!

Snapping, puppet.

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 filling –

Lend, share, maiden!

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, will you give

In matrimony the heart?

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,

A button - on eyelet.

True is my word,

Can see my heart.

Go, the heart hold,

The ball unfold.

***

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 latch.

***

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 –

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 thunder, with God!

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 do you cry, daughter?”

“From joy, mother.”

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,

Persists, does not want.

“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 I’m not afraid.

Step after step – in the gates.

***

Write, girl, in white:

Did she up the ladder climb?

Puffs, eyes – with glass:

Banged with paroxysm?

(The-eyes-rolls):

Saw-did not see? No.

Well sister, know thus,

(Himself whiter than canvas.

Sniffs, the gate does tear).

Will die tomorrow the brother.

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 prepared!

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!

With a bee dries!

With a worm whets!

Get up, he wants

To give back the soul!

Here he jumps up:

Blood! In home is blood!

Daughter, pray:

Brother has died.

***

Brother lies down, hides the squirrels

Under the blue eyelids.

Brother is washed, brother is dressed,

Mother went to the priest.

As a sister I was not a bad

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 go?

All three – candles of yours!

There’s who? Hark!

Blown is the candle.

Re-spond!

Gave up twice

And:

With rattle – with screaming through stump – stake – track.

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 man:

“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 asked –

Do not unlock!

Throw off your slyness!

Heart, I swear:

I’ll crumble with dust,

I won’t return for centuries!

(Hands are compressed,

Whine the legs).

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 myself to you give

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,

In your veins is blood!”

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, together having come.

“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 dimmed.

***

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 sorceress’s potion!

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! By me ruined!

Alone

I’ll die, hurry, my dear!

Daugh-ter! Daugh-ter!

Farewell! By you sold!

He sniffs, he swells!

Hurry! With onslaught-snare!

I sleep – I do not hear,

I sleep – I do not hear, mo –

***

Mother lies motionless,

Dressed up in savannah snows:

Bookish.

Solemn.

Eyes – bowls unopened –

With nickels sealed!

Hidden.

Dented.

Eyes, you are closed for this,

That my daughter you won’t torment:

Secretive.

Covert.

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 with a foot to the hut.

And another – for the half.

To know, not sated

Is your rage – to death.

Sleeps to the right,

Looks to the left.

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,

Scary is grin.

Mother has gone

Under canopy – let’s dance!

In race – with cry

Girls at once.

With one eye

See – we’ll dance!

The wedding red!

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 beautiful!

What for is my soul!”

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!

The dream shake off!

Chase the verst!

Run to the priest!

What you know –

All lay out at once!

Girl, jump up!

The last hour!

Your wounds I don’t desire!

Hell with you – ruddy garden!

I do not want your foam!

Death with you – pricey pearl!

Not to get rid of such tenderness!

Out of the hut danced.

On forest land drunk!

Swim in dance across yard.

You’re my temple! You are my prince!

By the gates they dance, they dance.

Step back! – Fierce is heat! – All will squeeze I!

Stronger than life! – Stronger than life!

Waited! – End! – Will all bear?

Than death stronger! – Than death stronger!

And on head – in argument

The cast tin axe

In darkness: in the last dance

The order of the time of the earth

And

With censor and cross

Say – she had passed?

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 to church taken.

It’s like the tree

Cut down in flowering.

In cloths three

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!

With streams, with bees

Under bitter aspen.

All the blue flowers,

She – like frying pan!

Under bitter aspen,

Where wanderer the path did keep.

All the blue flowers,

She – like coal-heat.

Pulled after her,

That between blondes – is blond,

Wrap themselves around you.

That Loves between –

I sleep, touch not!

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!

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

End to your scarlet ones!

Sting, sting, sting!

Ah – pity?

Angrier – pity!

With one be singing!

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, I will to sleep.

Lock and seal

That in the very sleepy

Dream you did not yourself recall,

I will: flowers modestly.

That after very prince

Meeting – I did not overlook

You, on the ground, I will look.

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 there.

One for one – five times:

Five years – before God.

One for one – five carts:

Five years – without mass.

In heavenly kingdom

Maidens are all blonde!

Do you sleep, bride?

Do you sleep, Marussia?

In heavenly kingdom

Sheep are all intact!

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 to you the sheet danced,

My joy swam away, swam away.

Teeth – why do you grin?

And to the widower

I celebrate? And

All the bloodstain?

On slope of iliac –

Ring, ring, ring!

Over heart sunken –

Sting, sting, sting –

And, into the heart!

Sell, mine –

***

Not the beads

The temple around:

Over Marussia

Girlfriends - crowd.

It is heavy, probably!

(Probably, after all this…)

To stand - to weep

This youth.

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,

Pigeon, tell!

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:

Without cross, in the snow.”

Said – and is gone.

***

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

MASTER

Hey, bells, let’s hit louder!

New arc of ours!

Young is master, single is master,

Old is servant of the master.

Hey, friends, it will be faster!

On whole snows of ours!

Wild is master, tambourine – is master!

Master’s servant is sombre.

You sleepy heads of mine

Eh, my horses –

Overlapping –

Eh, my versts!

Versts to the left, versts to the right,

Versts into brows, versts behind.

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).

Snapped with fingers:

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,

Wide open - fur.

(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!

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 dropped

With the stone shoot.

Renounce – just once sing

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.

My-foundling light,

My heat in the hands,

My recluse-prince,

The saucer of red.

How will knock on the drum

The marbles’ red gloom,

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?

In the palms the youth

Splashes from happiness,

Old age on the side

Spreads the bed.

Without folds - spreads,

Without bottom - drops…

Youth and old age

The eyes cocked.

She got up – into darkness,

She got up – and stares:

I am your servant,

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

Hums in marbles.

Alone, high

The master comes.

(Master, count:

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!

Fell tenth one!)

Tenth blow,

Tenth swing.

Comes the lord,

In marbles he’s coming.

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 – will come off the scarlet flame.

(Master will thus explode!)

On-earth how glows!

Thus how he’ll bang

With pretty maiden!

The beautiful dowry,

The cheeks without feeling.

Throws back the shape,

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.

Sly 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,

Printed - wines.

Crunched with the crust,

Rang with a cup.

Figs – luxurious,

Moscow’s – sweets.

Crust is crumbled,

Cup is spilled out.

With tear sweetens,

Bites with the thought.

With all the vessels

He crunches the weariness.

Like will hit from the stirrups

Moon’s ray on crystals.

And how will rest

In her stucco face

Fathers-saints!

Blind are the eyes!

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,

Spin with body –

Crashes on ground,

Into dance goes!

In those invisible bells

Whom do you ring?

At whom do you wink?

You baited whom?

With whom do you dance?

Where are ones you invited?

After all no one:

Marble and crescent.

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

The hollow digs up:

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: Horenka 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:

Rank, gender, name!”

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,

From strength - master:

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

On branches above

As light will leave!

Holds (with mound –

Veins!) In life not!

Here after the fringe

With thunder: “Hold!”

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.

This cross-cutting wherefrom?

I do not know.

Imported vine, I say so?

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? Death? To me! So!

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)

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…

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 with the dove lives,

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.

Strict is my wife,

A recluse I have!

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,

Maturely judges,

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 – sweeter they cling,

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 chest of the father.

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 drunk…

Eh, for the feast

I would ask!

***

(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!

With heat – with sphere

With trademark – with play…

Master, master, master, master!

FEAST

Now – plenty, tomorrow again

Of all enough.

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

Day routine.

And in snore-that-glanders:

Rise, youth-master,

The robe discard!

Climb into parade!

That – how: drop it!

Mas-ter! Guests!

Feedbag – news!

Faster rise!

More motley dress!

Meet the guests!

Now – hour here!

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 ulcer mass.

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 efface:

They chase, they chase, they chase!

Recruited wherefrom?

With camp, with camp!

Called from what distance?

Princes! Princes!

Complimented! Did not wait?

With fire – to the flame!

In canopy with-horde.

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,

With knocking, boot:

And we such guests,

From Sloboda land.

Frisky - grip!

Greyhound – whip!

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 falchion’s table!

We have the law:

Glass – under table!

Foot – on the table!

Falcon, walk!

And caught a cold – with soap scrapes,

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!

I’ll drink – with horses

Ride into altar!

And we behind!

Let’s-kiss!

To young – to smack!

To grey – to mumble!

And you are hotshot!

You want to relish once –

And there though…

And you are prince!

We’ll-fraternize!

Gold coins with hot hammer!

Let’s swear!

We give good presents!

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!

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 – shatter!)

Right, Satans!

(Glasses – to smithereens!)

Thus he is humpbacked?

Gay, gray spots!

Run into pitching!

Pull the son!

Fanged? The long tail?

Show we will! Show we will!

Boasted? Nose with edges?

We’ll imagine! We’ll imagine!

For – the –

***

“Your blue eyes,

My absurd thoughts.

Your blue eyes,

And black sometimes.

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 headwear of {Ohs}.

She fell from the stairs,

Fell – I won’t straighten up.

You burn on foreign flame,

They took by force the soul!

My foolish head,

That I sing – I don’t know,

I remember dawns, I remember oars…

In silk or in rags?

I won’t forget, I won’t recall,

What would I not forget?

Only glory, that is true, so…

Wife? Did not call her that!

My foolish head,

That I sing about…

***

On potholes – snowstorm,

Before master – servants.

(Glitter – on bench)

With empty hands.

Where’s my apple-fruit?

Master gives not.

Where’s my angel-face?

Master does not say!

I to her: grace!

Want a bit!

Fired

Up, shouted around:

“Slave, for your soul,

I’ll spread with bone!”)

Thus will rise

With play guests:

Eh till the king!

Therefore will spit

Guests to the ground:

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

Modest flower.

Head-my-hold:

With whom slept – do not remember.

And as an eagle would live

Without knowing – duty-free!

For what reason did gather guests?

Called by whom? By whom sent?

The guards had not been deceiving

Own – bloom modest.

Head-my-missing:

Don’t recall with whom I slept.

Who there wanders, wants to rise?

Falcon – the quail?

Love don’t love me, son!

By whom not loved, loved by all?

The sting did not graft

Your body – modestly it bloomed.

Mine-rubble-head:

It slept with whom –

***

In the rubble – blizzard,

Before master – servant:

(Jumping on the bench)

One without accompaniment.

Where is the one I glanced?

Did not look from the place!

No dinner without mistress,

And “Is not needed” he answers!

Not wanderers, nobles.

And he in answer: not allowed!

Thus will shriek,

Splayed out:

Must be in boils!

Thus will trumpet

Once, together:

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!

Bald, I bet?

Mustache, hey-hey!

I will lay down,

He stinks – one!

Another: fat tail!

Third: Adam’s apple!

And (Osh) how?!

Godfather, let’s check!

(Having the head thrown back

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 let go!

The tree grew – from the edge,

Stood – did not touch.

Why did they the dress tear

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

On eyelashes not melting!

Why do you Push on the elbow?

Press on the rims?

Five days the time until.

Who asks? I won’t go!

My head! Oh rumbling –

Millstone…”

***

In the camp – buzz!

Master the mistress leads.

On benches shaking:

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!

Swear, soul!

Well, lads,

How is she not good?

Thus will burst

With moan guests:

Good but not baptized!

Why you huddle?

Burnt product!

Not baptized, not asked!

To church went?

Sacrifice burned?

Spine labored?

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!

To stake - servant!

And thus?!

(With grinding - benches,

Greenery – in faces)

For you, undead ones,

The word that’s righteous!

(With molasses - jaws,

With film - eyes)

The brief word,

The loud word.

Oh!

The wolves’ flock!

Flattery of fox!

No need – no need!

Swear - not!

Be cursed!

Wolves! Owls!

Here-here will drop,

Will crash the son.

(They eat with eyes,

They drink without shot glass!_

Master in unrest,

Master in thought.

Lacking bottom - glass,

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!

“Swear – do not!”

The sobbing wife

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!

CHERUBS

Horses did not neigh,

Birds did not sing.

In window rust

Bloomed the dawn.

And drunkard drink does not,

And carter does not move.

The gray hair of dawn,

The dawn showing through.

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?

Skill of no master,

Voice of no master.)

And far, and near,

And with ringing, and with ligature…

Showing through the dawn,

Connections of the dawn…

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!

You I cuddle!

Not spitefully, not deceitfully:

Behind eternity – immediately!

Another! Impossible!

I wait for thee!

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 – with grey, blonde,

They sit – small with bald.

One voice: I come!

Another: Sober up!

“Go,” it is said!

The master awake!

(Quiet battles,

Hidden battles!)

They’ll quiet – and again

For the old wound.

One voice: Word!

Another voice: Inebriated!

Your oath

Is hard for them!

(The beard of old,

For two, game!)

Gentleman from drink

Does not lie. Sins-troubles!

Lay down the sleigh!

Deliver! I said: I am coming!

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,

Quiet – in bedroom.

Master, awake

You’ll sleep through heaven!

Eyelids – with lace:

Dream? Reality?

Rise, direct

The will of man!

Let’s go – let’s!

To mass – to mass!

We’ll roll – we’ll roll!

To communion – to communion!

We’ll venerate the icons!

Arise, one godless!

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,

Bad language – what?

What is hooked

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 relation!”

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 babe dear?

“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

Flashes-burns?

That, in fear:

Dream in vain!

The fearsome beauty!

Eternal - leaves!

Frost-bitten,

Had – seemed!

And you, birds,

People vile!

To jesters, fears!

Walk for miles!

Down with, old

Goat – with goat!

Had frozen

My pair!

(Grandfather-

Jumps

In snow:

Wilts).

***

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.

Taken by dad,

Sacred to God.

Felted boots!

Whose legs? – Master’s!

Ear-rings as gift.

Whose legs? – Master’s!

My fears,

My wheezing,

By the king sowed,

Covered by God.

Hey, fried geese!

Whose geese? – Master’s!

Hey, rusty hands!

Whose Rus? – Master’s!

And we, gentleman,

People who are fast

Mary, hold!

My Rus!

In our own village – we are tsars!

We’ll want to go 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 – pig iron-gold!

Holy Trinity beside –

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, moron,

Thought – manor!

Where cross over kingdoms,

Master’s power is forbidden.

Where above kingdoms – handkerchief,

Sunset – to master’s will.

Fellow is trickster:

Wised up!

Thought – master,

Fool – came out!

We are to gentleman –

Simpletons!

Climb off, the king!

We rolled up…

To – gates,

In – temple.

***

“Give, berry!

Give, cherry!”

Burdened-whiners

Beggars brothers.

“Save, righteous man…

Save, tortured man”…

Scorned,

Finished.

(Sleepers,

Cripples,

Germans –

Morons).

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.

Whine. – Bark.

Shouting.

***

With enemy cavalry

Blocking the entry.

With luminary - eyes!

Red bunting – rag beneath!

Face – to face, near – to near:

“Tell me – appear!”

Nearness – to nearness, life – to life:

“Say-must …”

“Scat,

Jumpy lynxes,

Rickety foxes!)”

Dashing aside – pile.

Master – under arm

To king – in temple.

***

“From the wicked face,”

(Flattering – to sweetness!)

“Sharpened my soul,”

(Saved – not his own!)

“In blood of your wing

Cut me…”

(My morning dawn!

Treasury!)

Step - timid,

Ghost – to veil.

In ears blood:

Chime to chill.

“My soul batter.”

(Pray! Do not hear!)

“By me possessed,”

(Pray!) “I will explain –

Thus the lion

Is ready for catch…”

(Is he so

Harsh?

Don’t brand me with the final seal!)

“Thus lion, that does in secrets dwell.”

Whisper from edge, whisper from rear:

Whose is she here?

Necks – with vert, eyes – with choker:

Whose? From where?

Into shoulders

Go deeper I will.

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 rest and I will fly!”

Splash of wings

Near shoulders.

Crackling of wax.

Heat from candles.

“Softer than butter is their lip…”

(Was thrilled and tore!)

“Sweeter than angels – they squeezed,

But the arrows and the sword –

Their words!

And their friendship

Worm – in bones.

Men of blood

And flattery.”

(Is so spiteful

The bone hassle?

We’ll ask the girls!)

“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! In more beautiful coffin!

Not human
Beauty, not our!

With baby!

With boy!

In cap!

In dress!

(They knock,

They whisper,

They stomp,

They disappear.)

Seduction!

Darkness Egyptian!

An-nouncement,

Be gone!

Light of my eyes!

Bowls of mistress!

Announcement,

Out of –

Farewell, well-fed one!

Farewell, sleek one!

Is drooping. – Child

On hands – to man.

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, one forgetful!

(Not once. Dead – are people.)

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?

That one – above,

This one – near:

Coiled,

Soared:

Heat – into heat,

Flow – into flow!

Blue flame

Is at-home.