a poem
by
translated from Russian
by
George M Cummins IV
In this theme,
so personal a little,
with some song more than once
and more than five times
I circled as the poetic squirrel,
and I wish to be circled back.
This Topic -
Now -
Such as a prayer for the Buddha
with his negro eyes sharpening the knife;
If upon Mars!
...for instance,
is walking a man with his own kin heart
then he
is
scribbling
about this theme as well.
And now, there is but an eagle-creak
then,
when
This Topic will rise,
with the cripple elbows, so
push the paper!
With orders:
- scribe! -
And crippled,
you circling from the papers
splashed into a scream,
those bitter lines;
sun puzzled the reflected song.
This Topic will come
as a call from the kitchen -
turned,
by a perished fungus;
- and giant:
Stand up for a second!
- and collapse -
under bubbling ripples you burring, and with themselves yourself, too.
This Topic will rise,
with orders:
- The Truth! -
This Topic will come,
with commands and
demanding:
- Beauty! -
And let the
crossbar's brushes -
just like the waltz under the nose of
the cross.
This Topic will touch the alphabet running at start -
and what art could be seek - the book is clear! -
and art becomes
-Amore
unreachable than the Kazbek's mountain.
Mud-dirt
drew this out of my bread,
and sleep.
This Topic will rise
and shall never wear out,
only you yourself must now on to say:
You!
Look upon me! -
This Topic will come
by orders;
and before you know it,
the dromes-bearing
the fire all over the all land's transparent...
'Tis a clever Topicdive
under events...
by which break of the instinct ready to pounce.
And if suddenly
- Dare you to forget it! -
singing;
sprinkling of the same soul-kins.
This Topic turned me angry;
by ordering, and
-Afteryears
by days at the bit! -
Look, curled,
I, in my daily
storm that scattered the people, and their businesses,
by Theme that came.
This Topic
has brought us each
other closer
and no one
rules to be imminent.
This Theme came near as knife to her throat.
Mr. Blacksmith!
from temples of yours to hear from you now!
This Topic Your daily routine in the darkness,
switches - scribbling -
The lines upon forehead of your mind's sight sign of your own grove.
Thus name
this
topic:
....!