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Wish

All I wish is not a big thing!
I just wish I were a stump end
Just a human body stump end.....
 
With frostbitten cut-off arm limbs
With frostbitten cut-off leg limbs...
Greater boldness it'll embody
This truncated limbless body
 
I would foam at the mouth
I would spit in beauty's muzzle
Its abominable visage
 
So that its God-like image
No man would ever praise
Once they've seen a cripple's face
 

The Bouquet

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Flowers lie scattered on the bare, rocky hillside,
Where there's no place that flowers could grow,
Like a bouquet, thrown down from some balcony,
That's broken apart in flight.
 
They are lying there in the dusty roadway,
Miraculously, they are still fresh.
Carefully, I gather them together,
And raise them up to the heavens.
 

This Is How I Tread...

This is how I tread -
One step from death fetters, -
Carry my life's thread
In a dark blue letter.
 
That blue letter was
Ready since last autumn.
Just one little word's
Always in its bottom.
 
Maybe that is why
I don't die, am I blessed?
I would let it fly,
If I knew the address.
 
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Day And Night The Snow Is Falling...

Day and night the snow is falling.
It must be a strict sky god
Sweeping shreds of old scripts, hauling
Papers out of his abode.
 
Everything that disappoints him -
Heaps of songs and verses' glob, -
From the clouds he sweeps on odd whim,
Captivated by new job.
 
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Oblivious And Timid...

Oblivious and timid,
Don't ever come in here.
Look under your fatigued feet
On mountain trails we fear.
 
Asleep you fell for sure,
You dozed off on the move.
You touched jump-grass1 obscure,
You hit misfortune's groove.
 
And now your eyes look down,
They are bewitched for good.
The way back can't be found
On that trail where you stood.
 

• 1. Разрыв-трава: a magical herb in Slavic mythology, able to unlock or uncover anything that is locked or closed.

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The Poplar Is So Tall...

The poplar is so tall,
Its shadow wouldn't fall
Upon the dry sand lately.
The withered summer grass
Has clung to poplar's rootlets.
It's almost dead, alas,
And pitiful to look at.
 
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I Am A Pauper, May It Be...

I am a pauper, may it be.
The birds' uproar abates,
And someone tossed sun at my feet
Like penny on a plate.
 
I'll make a step and pick the sun,
Yet in my travel bag
This copper won't fit when I'm done,
For tote can't hide a snag.
 
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It Is Said That We Plow Shallow...

It is said that we plow shallow,
Stumbling, sliding as we plow.
That our soil, innate and hallow,
Plowing deeper won't allow.
 
For we plow on burying ground,
As we loosen topsoil skin.
We're afraid to strike bone mound,
Barely masked by dirt within.
 
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