Bus
With obstacles across the way
The bus was jumping like a fiend.
Like on the notes the streets
Like frenzied demon carrying
And shaking like a hall
That for an encore does call --
And we concuss like the fiends.
Did you see under tap the grits?
Both together and apart, I see,
There is boiling in soup the pea!
Like verbal dancer in alcohol,
Like teeth in the mouth grown cold!
Who -- shook with what? For shaking here
Such -- turning into chandelier:
Within the bones the beads of glass
Old woman, maiden -- beads and bust,
Mother -- with infant on the chest,
One well-fed place.
We shook like trill from violin,
From shaking laughter born had been,
From the laughter -- joy,
The pears shaking godlessly:
Souls fallen into infancy.
I -- into youth: the soul's delight!
In girlhood: In that buccal heat:
In girlishness,
In the boyhood's sparkling teeth,
In city rushed for us the piper,
Rushed after us -- for calendar.
From laughter infirmity was born
And laziness. Unable to stand,
To the satellite strap I clung
Like a comrade, just like one.
Straight ahead although askew --
The bus was jumping like a cow,
There to meet the half-hut red.
Like the mad cow, rushing ahead,
When, the steep hook describing,
Did not suddenly jump in.
... And lies down, as had been ordered--
With the valleys and the hills.
Oh my God,
How has been blue, azure, green!
Went away with January tin
Life with its insults.
Oh my lord, how had been young,
Green, and unseen too!
With each vein -- as with a chute --
The wet, green, disturbing noise.
The earth's greenness hits the head,
Freeing it from the thoughts.
With each vein -- as with a chute --
The smoke wet, dead, green.
The earth's greenness hits the head,
Having had her overfilled.
Filled with chirping and with warmth --
That, from the two halves,
Can be drunk -- like from the foe's
Skull -- the Slav was getting drunk.
Each sprout -- a green rose.
Outside the window -- emerald alloy.
Earth's greenness had hit in nostrils
With smell -- thus buffalo senses not
The grass! And abolishing malachite and sapphire
Each sprout -- a syringe giving birth
Into the eye: falcon sees not the plow!
Into the ear: prisoners hears not the birds!
With an eye, green and enlightened,
I see what is not attack but happiness,
And not madness, but higher mind:
Descended from throne -- fall on all fours...
To fall and to graze, burying the nose
In grass -- yes was in perfect health
That sovereign Nebuchadnezzar,
Grazing on grass, branches of trees, digging from earth.
King herbivorous, four-legged,
Vindictive brother of Jean Jacques...
Greenness of earth hit on the legs -- run,
Carry to the heaven's gate!
Having absorbed all juices, all currents,
Like a hero, carrying arms...
On the cheeks hit the earth's greenness
And as dawn turned around!
Lord, in that hour, under the cherry,
With -- my own -- sense,
The cherry light in memory
With -- your own -- face!
Better for me -- under the tower
Not making the youth laugh, to stand,
Having accepted the light of the cherry
For your own face --
Color...
"Gray spots?" But apple tree -- also
Gray, and baby sits under it...
All beasts of the Lord
(There's a rhyme: Poorer relatives) --
From buttercup to mare --
The sister was more dear to me!
Into the hand I piped like in horn!
I also jumped, it seemed?
So on the carousels have fun
Without shame ones of old age:
I feel: Light-brown the hair has become!
Of the gray hair -- not a trace!
With a green twig a satellite
Like a goose I had chased.
The white canvas of the satellite
Is right there -- it had been a sail!
By the greenery, where the earth was laughing --
I had been -- with the ocean's bottom!
Under the sails your soul was going
Swimming -- beyond the ocean!
(How he bristled and how he did rest
In the young greenery -- your canvas white!)
Satellite was white and thin at the waist
Thin at the waist, and thick in the heart!
Not by a sense of proportion wielded --
Faith! Aurora! Azure is the soul!
Fool -- the soul, but which Peru had yielded
Not -- soul after the fool?
Grown heavy for no reason
Like a child sputnik I did lead.
The bold web of the companion
Straight -- the beauty it had been!
And suddenly -- with a frame giant
In living miracle -- Az --
Marble to the subscribed:
Gates: distance and the eye
Converging. (In these frames
Everyone will remain).
Not for the farm and not for the palace,
But by themselves -- the gates.
Letting go -- light has
Been the lion's jaws.
Where the gates? Into happiness,
Of course! -- was the response.
(Double)...
Happiness? But it is -- in lands northern,
Somewhere -- sometime -- caught a cold and a trace!
Happiness? I sought for it in clover,
On all fours! In four years!
A quatrefoil? In all disagreement:
Three? Four? A half and one?
Happiness? On it the cows are feeding
And four-legged kids are having fun,
In a society that is ruminant
Two jaws, four legs.
Happiness? It is -- stamping his feet,
And does not await the gates!
Then the deck was there --
The well. Fable -- thus:
The flood of the cold water
Of the well -- at the mouth --
And past. Little was there
Of mouth for her, as for me the sea,
And could not fall the water
As in the mysterious sleep,
How from an open artery
Slashing on the ground damp.
And past us was passing water, and
Like the life's -- sleep...
And, the cheeks having wiped,
To the well: I know, friend,
That the powerful current -
Above the mouth and past the hands
Go!
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And some tree in a full cloud --
A dream-like landscape directed at us --
Pleasantly smiling, my companion told:
"Like cauliflower in the white sauce."
With this word -- louder than if hit with thunder
Slain directly into the chest:
With marauder, with thief, not with a store owner,
God, to have dealings, God, sleep in the hay.
Marauder will gain -- but he won't hurt the face,
The flayer will skin -- but soul will be gone.
The store owner will pick -- pinch off -- and appreciate --
And he will set aside, keeping his appetite on.
My rings -- are not I: off my fingers I will throw them!
My skin -- is not I: get in style!
To the store owner -- give the core of the heart, the brain,
Groan of torture, trembling alive.
Marauder will leave, carrying in the pockets
Rings, chains -- and cross from rested chest.
With the toothpicks end all our romances
With store owners. Remember! And come on -- with hands!
You, who could be so kingly -- beloved,
Be, green immortally, (just like ivy),
You will go with cauliflower anonym
On lips: I take vengeance – for blooming tree!