THE RIDER
Horse — hoof beats, elastically
Clouds beating — boiled!
Are welcome an old friend,
One hundred centuries it waits to of the residue …
Тот — в хрустальной пирамиде
Horse — hoof beats, elastically
Clouds beating — boiled!
Are welcome an old friend,
One hundred centuries it waits to of the residue …
Тот — в хрустальной пирамиде
Touching the living lights,
Splayed eyes.
I shall be attached carefully to the mysteries,
Surrounds us …
Руки детские строят и лепят,
I stayed on the top,
Taken by me — the first time
I remember when dissolved —
In the haze of blue phosphate
Как над Чегетским ущельем
Friends asked,
Hastily: “How are you?”
— In cases of …
— And love?
— Parachute hung on a tree,
Black day for me today.
Black day.
The black cloud over the head of nested
And pursue — relentlessly,
Human — black — the shadow …
It takes wing, having raised tail
Young eagle …
Rushing, stumbling down
In catalepsy …
A minute later, hitting the goal.
If you have not lost yet — surprise —
From the first snow …
And your hands – do not forget snowflakes — dying,
From the hot blood pounding in my temples …
Значит власть, честолюбие — Будут не к спеху, —
People hearty, always working.
Everyone in his place.
Head resting in a smooth mash
Stomach officials robots …
С их тысячелетним, «коммунистическим» опытом?!
Two flesh.
Two face.
Have merged — into one.
Was born —
The Third.
And the explosion, and clumps of light — how much,
And wince, umbilical cord …
And the image of the little girl
And blue-eyed glance, innocent
И всхлипыванье, бормотанье