THE WILL HAVINGS
It takes wing, having raised tail
Young eagle …
Rushing, stumbling down
In catalepsy …
A minute later, hitting the goal.
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, —
DetailsPeople hearty, always working.
Everyone in his place.
Head resting in a smooth mash
Stomach officials robots …
С их тысячелетним, «коммунистическим» опытом?!
DetailsTwo flesh.
Two face.
Have merged — into one.
Was born —
The Third.
Last year
Leaf
Misty.
From beneath winter a fur coat
Got out,
DetailsAnd 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
DetailsI see — the focus of the pupils —
Sparkling flashes mortars …
And you, as if — well,
But knock unconscious, (just)
Тебя пружинит — сразу, вдруг —
DetailsI recently — “ate” themselves!
Surpass, at speeds …
And depends on the fate of the teasing —
On it — the blades …
I was washed away — on faces,
DetailsThey say that in the North,
Half a year – last the night,
But everyone knows, behind the parietal
The light polar languishes
Ну, а наш календарь
DetailsThe morning air
Manna from heaven,
Beckons …
Youth in love ?!
All interesting!