Hooter
Campaign
The Universe
Hammer
Destiny
Smiths
Italy
To star companions
Knowledge
Thought
Evening after work
subbotnik
May
Evening of the world
Birds
Way to mountains
Pressure
Pilgrims
The son of the earth
Children
Horse whirlwind
Front
Dynamo-car
Last step
Footfall
"Have burnt down empty spaces..."
"Secrets of the Universe are learnt by us..."
Section II
From a poem "Maria"
"Heart these days mortally also is disturbing..."
"I heart know..."
"A distance silver at morning dewy..."
"It is silent under pustyneju zvezdnoju..."
"Over blue lakes..."
Twilight
"Silent light sijanja fading..."
At farewell
In a dream
The blind
"We will pass you to edge..."
"Toju at night, toju at night..."
"Stars from the sky on a grass fall..."
"Among fields melodious in ripeness..."
"The road is silent, is unknown..."
"These days the earth is hot than the sun..."
"On bell villages..."
Melancholy
It is a lot of mothers
The world
The dead
"The sky above the blue..."
"The world is born by a smile of the person..."
"When I think, I hear music..."
Section III
Russia
Evening roads
"Low loziny..."
Steppe
March
"Are thrilled in a hot spring perspiration..."
"On the river of vespers fading..."
Night
Day
"As poplars in silent nights..."
"The sun burns down water-melons, zelenit cucumbers..."
On the river
At a city
"Not silently and not very much..."
"The winter dawn is long..."
Road
Song
This world
The muzhik
Attracting with Usmani
Wood govorushka
Mother
The boy
Home
The wanderer
Fairy tale
Road in the morning
POEMS,
NOT ENTERED INTO THE COLLECTION "BLUE DEPTH"
Train
Over mountains
Last day
"The world darling, I will not throw you..."
Lunar rumble
"We on ropes prem lokomobil..."
"A cutter of epoch and a hammer of times..."
Verses on a human essence
Heavenly aircraft
"Inventors! Gromily the world..."
By the ship
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Life - far road,
neustanyj the traveller I.
And at the sky blue
I the liked child.
SECTION I
HOOTER
We hurry...
We are filtered by a box at collars
And propleskivaet further.
Further, further - to workshops.
Through beams, chrez fragments, mountains of shavings
And ranks of expecting cars
We run from impatience,
We disappear in black mouths
Stone animals...
We hurry.
Hooter last
White whirlwind atmosphere
Suddenly rassek.
And iron, steel,
Silent files,
Echo booming howling,
Have responded to it.
And hooter by a scourge hlestaet
Mornings, white without the sun,
Not woken up mgu.
It has broken through gorges
Narrow tubes and cranes -
And here fights from delight,
From freedom, from a victory
White free hurricane
Above, further -
In heart of the sky,
In a thick of clouds!
From its steel roar
Are shaken and cry
Moisture small clouds...
About, pierce, break barriers,
Motionless bulks,
Damned deserts,
Not passed sand,
Belostrujnyj plamen the snow
Steam - hooter!
Be more loudly, more sharply heated,
Tear to shreds, spray
Fog low - a mouth of a tomb,
Horror bessilja!
Make the way through spaces
To dead stars,
Also push off them, and smeti them
The siloju the earths...
_________________
We - the hooter, boiling power,
Foam beloju coppers,
We will break on roads,
On long journeys.
Let's not recede, we will not concede -
Endlessly forward to go:
Only in force - pleasure of a life,
And in victories - upoene,
In dostizhenjah - pride of will,
And on fires attracting - the power...
Our hooter - a signal of desires,
Call trembling hearts,
And to work, usilju, to an ox -
Morning greetings.
________________
We rvanemsja on tops
The calcinated edge!
Gap we will punch in layers of installed,
The Earth we will throw in a forge!
CAMPAIGN
We have levelled mountains from great road,
But not with an icon - with a rifle have gone.
Rifle we have got up the earth
And to win we will manage - time dies we could.
There, behind a victory, it is again expensive.
Also there is no at her an edge, as to number stars.
Not one we passed the god,
The same in us force, that has lighted the sun.
We do not live, and we go, we die,
As if we children of other father.
Here we strangers also light
The dead earth from the end up to the end.
Mother any did not give rise to us,
Nobody held a hand of the bride.
Force hostile death has swept away,
And we died, but everyone rose,
Who says, that there the sky without edge,
Any did not consider stars, and not to consider,
The one knows only who, in melancholy dying,
The secret heard a far message.
Who speaks - that in a coffin moves,
Instead of lives, does not rush on death.
To stars there is no road - so dead dreams.
It is possible to get them, both to weigh, and to consider.
We will be not not strangled by open spaces of installed,
How much roads to us it has opened,
In our uncountable host permanent
Immortal force fights and breathes.
THE UNIVERSE
The Universe! You burn from love,
We kiss you today.
All clothes for us for the first time break,
Seem - and victims will rise in coffins.
Your sun in the sky and in a fire chamber,
In our thought, in a flying star,
You in bylinke are humiliated by the shy
And immortal in each sheet.
Give today, installed,
Blossom, blue spring,
Your first song spring
In the heated cars it is audible.
You the bride, soul blue,
Let's rain kisses, we learn you.
You are more perfect than miracles, but blind,
You not secret, and crying and entreaty.
We - consciousness, light and rescue,
Anybody after us will not come,
On corpses flowers will smile spring,
The girl to the son will break a flower.
Our reason as madness, it is terrible,
We put a regulator on a full speed,
This world only is decorated by us,
Above it is our rattling flight.
We will extinguish the tired sun,
Light other in the Universe we will light,
We will give to people iron souls,
Planets from a way smetem fire.
Extreme we thirst for jobs,
The hammer angered will punch the sky,
In unknown edge to us gate are opened,
The world will be won by us in the name.
HAMMER
Blows will give birth to lightnings -
Mad, persistent,
Imperceptibly full of instant fire,
The Earth swings the arches.
Steam pours steam lines
On a hammer power clamped, from trembling ringing.
And as if with likovanem
On dead anvils
Metal plays a flame,
Is split up, changes
Also it is again heated,
Sparkling sharply sides.
Fires crowd with sparks -
Trembling, fast,
Both close, and distant...
DESTINY
In star inconsolable mortal silence
After a wind, after a bird we were born on the earth...
Hardly in imperceptible silent height
Rejoices - the song on village groans.
We will embrace eternity in the evening rukoju,
The girl the scared, morning shade.
There is a sun loud over big rekoju,
Never smerknetsja our great day.
Music on a holiday destruction rattles:
Companions in streets on fight have rushed.
Far, behind destruction, rescue flies
With half-and-half split, terminated destiny.
SMITHS
Again in hands hammers and chisels,
The song spring filled in machine tools.
The flame in a forge has heated iron,
Forge it, smiths-farm laborers.
Violent children of struggle and freedom,
Forge iron from a dawn to a dawn,
Fields will cover green shoots,
Song about you will combine in fields kosari.
ITALY
By the seas from flowing diamonds
The earth breathes in the sun palm trees,
And tops of mountains from smoky gases
The gold haze has kindled.
The ships in waves far fight,
The wind howls in masts, sails...
The person has heard, as are sung
Songs of storms in steep coast...
Sword in slave hands not for the first time,
Volley not the first - on palaces...
We have merged, we a lava - millions us,
We rattle vosstanem on the countries.
The ocean in a surf grows furious,
The world from explosions by bowels hoots.
Heart in heart sows thirst of the truth,
The red Torch a revenge burns.
The young Friend, far and perfect,
I smother You has given for struggle torments.
About, struggle, the risen brother our red,
Tear chains by the ground slaves!.
1919, XI
TO STAR COMPANIONS
On the earth, on a bird electric
We have conceived to catch up and extinguish the sun.
Attracts us unknown ocean space,
We from stars mysterious will be to pour thoughts.
We fly. To us death, how are you doing, - a companion.
It is better not to find destruction of the bride,
More purely a flour of caress you do not learn.
That lives, who has terminated all ways.
The world became loud and has started singing in the car,
The infinity is measured by the great machinist.
Where the moon one centuries stynet -
Our drills mighty storm whistle.
We have reflected on the world the unknown person,
In him the true - died sister pines,
We will not curtail never from road God,
Our hooter disturbing has hooted since the morning.
It is more than life we have learnt destruction,
In us hatred, both hope, and melancholy.
We blind, everyone hated,
Only listened, as centuries worked.
With hatred - all we have wanted,
In our fire chambers let the Universe will burn down.
There is no to us mother. We to live one have dared.
Let hooter is more disturbing hoots.
City departing to sparkling iron -
The sky breaking through taran.
We will break doors in a blue canopy
To proletarians of the planetary countries.
KNOWLEDGE
To us pleasure unfamiliar
In you burns, knowledge!
In a breast lives istomoju
Melancholy, from darkness a despair...
Smothered the world of suffering,
But the life is light nadezhdoju -
And you have come, about knowledge,
Under krasnoju odezhdoju...
THOUGHT
The life hardly decays under a stone of death,
Is exhausted in struggle against darkness, -
Fall down a stone, terrestrial children,
Let there is a true her soul.
Over us the sun and in us a dawn,
All rivers are shone to the bottom.
And in us ascends svetlejshy light,
The drawn game will not be smothering one.
All of us will revive, live we will rise,
The new strongest god was born.
At a bottom chasm now we will get,
Brothers from the big roads will converge.
The thought of the person became the god,
Soznane smothers a darkness animal.
On a kingdom the tsar poor - will sit down
Neither you, nor I, and - we.
EVENING AFTER WORK
The workshop is empty;
As it is enormous!
I remained one.
Silence here is imperious.
Warmth flies hardly
At a forge.
The beam evening has hung
At a window.
There, behind dusty glass,
Air is tender and pure...
Light of the born stars
Serebrist.
Silence so is full,
As if whistle is heard.
Night is stolen. More darkly, more darkly...
Fire of stars so is far, potaenno luchist.
I will wait, I will wait...
So awfully rest silence...
With the sun the life is not has left -
Its gentle blows breath...
Silhouettes of cars are immovable, gloomy,
Death I see on them an attire.
The workshop is empty...
The spark under ashes, going out, lives in fading.
subbotnik
Will born by the wonderful
Work common to all mankind...
People under nosheju the God
Happiness to itself will find.
Brotherly powerful hands
Blood are poured by one...
Our future grandsons
Will be semeju native.
We under iron groans
Happiness for the world we create.
We enthusiasms for work
The Earth it is burnt also we burn.
MAY
We live under the sun of blue May,
Flame of desires our breast is full.
We grow all above, forces taking away
From the earth and the sky where the spring burns.
And on delight fire we lift a hammer,
We destroy mountains on the ways...
On terrestrial deserts we build the New City,
Will start singing cars in stone networks.
Without number and a measure, endlessly and edges
We have covered the earth, we compress the world...
The song, in heart fading has rung out,
Also open spaces in an infinite feast have merged.
This day, exulting, the brother became near to the brother,
The clear star has lighted up in everyone...
Slides and groans, and hoots an alarm
Pleasure and smjatene - work hurricane.
1920, on May, 1st.
EVENING OF THE WORLD
We will kill by cars installed,
Under iron the earth has died,
In our fire chambers the sun captured fights,
And in an immortal steel there is no good and harm.
Day and night in vagrankah the heated
The flame passes in ice metal;
The world costs, furnaces lighted up,
As the bride, the person has embraced him.
We pour the new iron Universe,
More joyfully and dreams are more gentle than light,
In it our hopes will revive immense,
We will move all ways of stars.
We are immortal, we unknown like,
It is not enough world to sate us,
All of us and laws will cross sides, -
For the Universe beats last hour.
Sing, a companion, this evening the world,
By the half-night stars and flowers will go out,
The flywheel to zenith will throw up wings,
In uncertainty we build iron bridges.
BIRDS
Highly birds
Chain
Fly with a far inaudible song.
About, birds, birds,
The song dreams us,
Calls us the sky, on the sun a way.
We like the sea, -
In rattling chorus
Hurricane groan, struggle blow.
We like mountains,
Tops an emphasis
And to your song over the world shout.
WAY TO MOUNTAINS
Fields grew with a tall weeds,
And the animal on thickets exulted.
And we have come - steel teeth
The plough and steppes has ploughed ditches.
The live sun in red veins
Split up the earth for pieces,
Fathers turned in tombs,
Ears vspuhli, as dummies.
The world heated was hostile,
The car in bowels of ores slept.
But the person was born is angry -
Its way to mountains is long, abrupt.
PRESSURE
Hand with rukoju we became a number,
Dyhane the brother - mine too a sigh.
Heart blows - rupture of shells,
And the look has lighted a reciprocal look.
The soul is killed, and the life is not present,
All world in gland is put on a bayonet.
We cut roots at all light,
Our victory - deadly shout.
In day of destruction - the earth desert,
And each animal in it the mister,
In the sky the sun then will cool down,
The lord is not necessary to the world.
Under our step flowers burn down,
We - destruction to all who was not lost.
In a wave bloody weeding sob,
We straighten ways a bend.
Soul with dushoju - dyhany a wind,
The Earth and the sky - ocean.
Over heads not lives of a branch -
Lead and copper hurricane.
PILGRIMS
There is no to us a direct road,
Only paths yes woods.
Our feet were exhausted,
Heavens have turned black.
Pilgrims with bayonets
Russia left to the god,
Also go, go for years
Road Uhodjashcheju.
Their earth has blest,
Following woods zabormotali.
Has whispered, zakrestila
Hut everyone in grief.
From whom the road rustles,
Who there searches also that?.
Eye open look much
At heavenly coast.
On a breast their bayonet is adhered,
Instead of dedovy crosses.
Everyone is hungry and dirty,
And all together - all are pure.
Why warmly on light,
The same spirit and in them burns.
The truth is known only by children,
Anybody any more will not contain.
Went from Kiev with sumoju
The grandfather, and tears on an eye.
To shower, thought, upokoju,
To all road I will specify.
And towards children, children,
And iron on shoulders...
It is visible, again the Christ on light,
Time at them melancholy in eyes.
The grandfather has lifted a hand to rising,
All the century long and days has understood,
He has had a look as if in water
Also has seen all a mooring.
Pilgrims and at the god
Have not seen heavens...
The Dumas bear with itself much,
As bayonets iron wood.
THE SON OF THE EARTH
The wounded bird has fallen from the sky,
Are across expensive to it the mountain has laid down.
The life, flight high, only silently dreams -
At a fire with stars till the morning game.
Wings grow cold and on a neck a stone,
Blocks on road, death and shades of secrets,
Blocks move, move,
Mountains over mountains, as over a chasm edge.
Where a nest and mother here at a heavenly bird,
Only darkness of a cave for pass of secrets.
And without noise shades a chain rush,
Death, are not present a life, eternally expect.
The bird still fights, there are under heart children,
With it have arrived from blue plains.
If mother does not breathe, they do not have death,
Also will sigh and there is a womb a son.
From a womb dead it one will be born,
peremrut under mother many baby birds...
Up to the end the son will be with death, with secret to fight,
And it will be beckoned by star wreaths.
Through blocks, mountains of secrets and the unknown person
On a game of Hatred the son will be carried by.
In a whirlwind and night of madness, hot and close,
It on wings ardent vrezhetsja one.
She is mother killed, thrown with the sky,
Through mountains has thrown the son to heavens.
All baby birds have died with hunger, with slepu
Also lay on stones a black heap there.
In the son mother has opened again to the sky wings,
Also laughs to stars because of blocks and mountains,
Also flies a ringing, white, star dust
In silent plains in blue open space.
The past far, all mute eternity,
And a cold stone, a secret star -
All will understand, will grow fond, will terminate infinity
And on wings the Son on height will throw up.
She is mother killed in him flies and searches,
Never will terminate the way...
And live and dead from mountains high klichet
On road distant all baby birds to find.
1920, on November, 7th.
CHILDREN
Does not burn down a city fiery,
All in suffering solemn.
From cars steel beat lightnings.
There were pipes terrible procession.
We the mad Universe
Let's throw in a fire chamber heated,
The sun ancient, invaluable
It will be forgotten, burnt.
We will tear off a waltz grieving -
Dance of the stars, far girls.
To them there is a groom exulting -
To burn a monastery of a light infirmity.
Not love we, and knowledge,
Heart was - a melancholy clod.
We gate search for the secret
The departuring river.
Our children were not born,
Will not be born never -
Through eternity we have made the way,
Let's always fight, live.
Children - sweet powerlessness,
Fairy tale joyful death.
We unfading lilies,
We laughing children.
HORSE WHIRLWIND
To proletarian cavalry
On the sea, on the earth sea
Snore herds of horses.
Drive to loop gorge
Mad herd of people.
Peaks sting them and sting,
Souls sekut half-and-half,
Corpses splash and thaw,
Corpses - road to horses.
Hoofs are stuck into a skull,
Heart in a breast jingles -
The gelding became the Red Army man,
Death roars and squeals.
Trample down deserts of a hoof,
Trample down and tear cities.
The fortress granite is washed off -
Life I will give nobody.
The enemy underfoot does not breathe,
Its horse has driven in the earth,
My victory will not hear -
The red exults fire.
FRONT
Artillery ring bell
In walls an alarm hoots.
Towers fly up, palaces light up,
Dust of bricks in clouds.
In a city the fused hammer is lowered,
The stone of houses splashes a flame.
Corpses people pave a crossing,
The brother on bayonets falls to brothers.
The glow in explosion has trembled a sigh,
The clod lead starts death...
The angry stream washes away roads -
Guns, wheels, horses - we...
Has curved a back a fortress - a dam,
The granite, as live breathes.
Pipes without a smoke are chopped off in the sky,
As if blind eyes.
But cars under a zinc roof are whole,
Also listen sensitively to machine tools...
The dam under force of a pressure will burst
(Unless to it who will tell: stop?).
The compressed power will break by falls,
Smoet, will make even corpses hillocks,
People a breast to corpses will converge with a breast,
The brother will not string the brother on a bayonet...
Long there are we, do not see each other,
Walls around us and a stone in a shower;
But we have put in pawn dynamite poods
In a stone, in a granite, under concrete.
Native we in a victim have given a gate,
To cord set fire zhivoju a candle.
But we have started up under a cloud a dust
Wall and soul dry the enemy...
The person to the person towards
By birth walks, walks centuries.
DYNAMO-CAR
Song of depths of mute metal,
Motionless long ring.
From iron force has risen,
Breathes in one million waves.
From mysterious wells
Upwards, on a hump, cars with penem
Streams are pulled out - there live heart fights,
Blood hot and red beats on veins in nastuplene.
The wind blows from under wings razmahavshihsja belts,
My companion releases a regulator up to the end.
We till the night, we to death - by the car, only from it,
We do not pray, we do not like, we will die,
As well as were born, at the iron person.
Our hands - a regulator of an electric current,
In its our heart not comprehended force breathes.
Without soul we and without the god also work without term,
The electric flame other to us has cast a life.
There is no sky, secrets, death,
There above a pipe and a smoke.
We fathers and we children,
We blow up and we create.
We scared lived and gave birth, and liked,
But we have made the car, have recovered time iron,
Soul divine have destroyed,
Skin old from us slezla.
And we have risen on job to a regulator of a dynamo,
Have forgotten eternity, stars - what not with us and not we.
The turned black hands
We will make sense of darkness.
LAST STEP
From the screamed split Universe
The hand has jerked the world working razdutaja.
We have come to term, without hooter - joyful change,
All times have left in the underground forgotten centuries.
And more close the sun, everywhere, everywhere - our house shines,
And you to me the friend and the brother, it sister - sister.
The Earth - the iron car, flows on a wire to it a thunder.
We laugh, love we will not retell since morning and till the morning.
Bessmerte we have earned death and a tomb,
From our eyes the heavenly face will not be hidden,
The life is heated to the bottom by deep secret force,
Job - our father, we will not leave the father.
The world will be silence. We will pass it to edge,
There is nobody anywhere, companions of the car drill heavens.
The star to the earth flies, nobody dies,
At the person eyes have for ever reflected.
Live in all of us - victims from death,
Who fell in cities at night,
Children who have broken off in tombs...
We breaking, last step.
FOOTFALL
In my soul dvizhutsja crowds...
Their footfall, their joyful footfall,
As stones slipping a roar.
Without a measure, without edge, without the bill
Build an unknown city, -
Above, it is more terrible, where secret and a cold -
Stone on a stone, a city on a city...
Silently. Only in a matter resistance -
Grumble.
There, where blow, there both instants and years
plavjatsja in eternity by car and then...
Silently dance stars round dances,
Above them there were pipes of factories.
There, where reigned the Universe, fate,
Held down by a wire the current rushes about.
Glory to madness, explosions and fire chambers,
To roar, gnash, footfall, footfall,
To thought and numbers incalculable,
To figures closed, immeasurable.
Muscles have burst. Death to the person -
It is thrown in kolodez last the cripple,
To shower live the car rassekla.
Our soul - accident, the car.
Iron backs have rested against the sky.
The sun abates, is declined, stynet.
Go crowd for tolpoju
On hot, on your soul.
The history any more will not give fault,
In the car burns down the world of secrets and things.
The love is a girl, whisper,
But at night footfall there moves,
Go to liking my crowd.
* * *
Have burnt down empty rostranstva,
The eternity has disappeared, as an instant,
Immortal wanderers wander,
Everyone has comprehended all secrets.
Companion, to us planets are close,
The Universe to us a casemate.
Love and knowledge songs are sung -
Roads for stars lay.
Companion, we will construct cars,
Iron in iron hands we take,
In cylinders we will blow up the worlds,
And from a place the Universe we will shift.
In the opinion of ours forges are shone,
In heart blood blows up,
As a fire chamber, soul heated,
As a song, our hooters a roar.
* * *
Secrets of installed are learnt by us,
In souls the alarm is silent.
We have drained heavenly chasms,
The sun of a word speaks.
The ardent city, - is full of delight
People, cars, flowers...
Everyone today the god perhaps,
The sun over everyone burns.
Copper hooter has begun to roar over a planet,
Spaces, liftings wait for us.
In a life immortal, as in a song not sung,
Stars ring and sing,
We will fuse tomorrow the sun,
Above it we will throw bridges.
As sand, we the worlds play,
We hear a song of a silent star.
Section II
FROM THE POEM "MARIA"
In my heart a song eternal
And the Universe in eyes,
Blood sings on a body rechkoju,
Wind in silent hair.
At night will secretly kiss
In a forehead a hot star
And by the morning of me will grow fond
Without hope, for ever.
Blue song of songs
Gets on with dumoju mine,
And road - neizvestnej,
In this world I nobody's.
I relatives to a grass and an animal
And a burning down star,
To yours dyhanju I believe
And evening height.
I not wise, but enamoured,
I do not hope, and I ask.
I now for all excused,
I do not know, and I like.
* * *
Heart these days mortally also is disturbing,
Before time - over the world ancient evening,
But soul - a monastery impossible,
That was lost, lives in it eternally.
And in the morning the sky red blossoms,
The bride early scratches hair,
And colour the high ardent grows,
And with a wind speak great woods.
And the person thoughtfully sings,
He waits centuries a distant star,
To itself(himself) it in the world will not twist a nest,
Also likes heart emptiness.
* * *
I heart know,
What not istaju
I in this world,
In a green feast...
In far clearness
There is a calm bezglasnosti,
In floating lunnosti -
Rest of thoughtlessness,
On all Universe fires burn.
Their silent trembling
To me distinct babble,
Them kolyhanie -
My searches,
In a heavenly chasm we not one.
* * *
Distance silver at morning dewy
You go lost without a way.
The early sky was stretched pure,
To heart live roads not to find.
Perhaps, you will meet in a burning down distance
The brother native and to a shower you will give...
Long we went and each other searched,
The Earth blue - a poor tent.
* * *
It is silent under pustyneju zvezdnoju
The wanderer the selected way.
In a distance, up to the end the unknown person,
White wings attract.
It is clear and mild in silence
Look of a lonely star...
My brothers on sufferings
Uphill go on crosses.
* * *
Over blue lakes
In twilight mrut clouds,
Dark blue pure looks
The melancholy has stood in the sky.
The damp cane has bent,
In a thought it is looked at a bottom, -
Whether the early dream has dreamt,
At night l the window has opened...
The wanderer goes the indefatigable
In dark fields on tracks,
Way the unknown person, desired
Has laid down on desert to mountains.
TWILIGHT
Distant blinking
Blue fires,
Sigh or light
Dreaming fields...
Gentle breath,
Aroma of flowers,
The world, charm,
Tremblings of sheets...
Silent splashing
Forgotten words,
Light and fading
Sensitive light slumbers...
* * *
Silent light sijanja fading
Flows in freshness of dozing gardens.
Rest short, as if abated sobbings,
Phantom mrushchy white cities...
All ceases, as muffled complaining,
Blue has faded at colours.
The ocean of silence revives,
Where thousand centuries were forgot.
At tops sleeping kolyhanie,
Waves from embraces of clinging dreams,
Waves running distant splashing
And silence of invisible coast...
AT FAREWELL
Spring evening in charm
Has nestled to the earth,
Decline in mute charm
Has gone out in a haze.
In invisibly distant osijanii
Night approaches...
About, educate, excuse in silence,
To whom nevmoch.
So parting is silent, silent
The earths with day,
As though wonderful knowledge
All of us will understand.
In last joyful appointment
Let's love all,
Then will merge at farewell
Love and sin.
IN THE DREAM
Dream of the child - a song of the prophet.
From a burning source
All flows, flows to term,
And the wave rattles far.
You will forget an image secret,
Over zemleju the sky is not present.
Will flash mild and sad
Early morning your light.
You have come one from road,
Gauging by heart also has fallen,
Way to heat desert long,
You, native mine, are silent and small...
THE BLIND
At night nobody will hear a song,
Silent song without the singer.
And you and me it klichet,
As without mother in the field of the blind man:
-- You are frightened, you have extended hands,
Darkness icy cold, emptiness, emptiness.
Neither an echo, nor a sound.
You are lost, forgotten, you have lagged behind;
About, be not afraid, the blind man forgotten,
You are most blindness,
To one you secret and hidden
Light I will open and I will be sister.
The world you raise on weak hands,
That you will want, you will grow fond - yours.
You are frightened, your words are deaf,
You - love, your heart - in mine.
At a wall, at a wall on road
In mortal horror gauging also you wait,
You wait, will arrive cold drogi -
You will not open an eye, and you will compress...
You live, you live, you unique,
And a wall - only a smoke on eyes,
You blind, but in you sveg mysterious,
You at the world one on hours.
Anybody, and itself was frightened,
In dazzling light has gone blind
And one from left remained
In the field dark on the dead earth.
For you one impossible -
Pleasure wings, free flight.
And all secret - only insignificant,
Only a shade from open gate.
You the revived, rescued saviour,
Silent your voice - to the world the law.
You of the Universe the unique inhabitant,
Your true - a morning dream.
_____________________
At night nobody will hear a song,
Silent song without the singer.
And you and me it klichet,
As without mother in the field of the blind man.
* * *
We will pass you to edge,
The sky, secret blue.
We love, we - thought of installed,
Stars calling the wanderer captured.
We go to dungeons secret,
There the beauty sad
Will not wait hour light,
As if a song, nobody sung.
* * *
Toju at night, toju at night arable lands, villages sensitively slept,
Called silently to them roads, left on a star.
Also the steppe in languor heart silent, a body naked breathed,
As in a fright, on the shivering departuring bridge.
Tomorrow morning you will not tell, how the star flied there,
Where has fallen and has gone out on marsh emptiness.
Early hour with zemi all heavenly water will rush
Also will stand at pale-dark blue, leaving height.
* * *
Stars from the sky on a grass fall,
Heart comes scaredly, is glad.
Bulletins distant a flame, glory
From the sky are flied in silent herd.
The Earth - a thought, a song not sung,
In the world is not present zadumchivej the person,
And a debt, the road light is long,
And in eyes for pleasure dew.
The eternity invariable is heavy to us,
Silences and thoughts dark blue fires,
We will understand, we proceed all Universe,
Let's not lose the way without mother one.
We will lift stones, stones and iron,
Where leave in the evening inaudible herds,
The clear Universe we will increase in weight
And heavenly we will light cities.
* * *
Among fields, melodious in ripeness,
All rustles, the pine rustles,
On a barrow of an old antiquity
The sheet mutters from a dream.
Here has lowered in a tomb failure
The leader the beauty the wife,
Clouds on the sky floated.
The ancient wind bent a grass
Here once, before time,
The sea lived in a song of waves
Also concealed in tinnoj greens
Sunk someone's boat.
* * *
The road is silent, is unknown,
At the brother eyes are hot,
The world secret - the sleepy bride,
We - pre-dawn dew.
The end we search infinite,
We know - there is at a chasm a bottom.
But we will overcome an animal eternal,
When with it we become at the same time.
We of less grasses and silent beggars,
Eyes at us are clearer than heavens,
Underwater we are purer some sand
And than all animals live is stronger.
* * *
These days the earth is hot than the sun,
In a lap I, and Christ everyone to me.
The world, as sohlaja straw has lighted up,
And nobody knows, where on the sky the bridge.
In heart of the person and love and pity,
About immortality the great river sings,
The thin branch has fallen to sand -
My mother the cooled down hand.
People have in the field dug the heart -
Perhaps the rye will keep up here and without a rain,
Perhaps there will be a summer, and children will revive,
Also native mother will stretch hands to us.
* * *
On bell villages
Will cry about the died god.
Once here the love lived
And the wanderer fell on road.
About, a lovely animal in my breast,
And heart rolling infinite,
Grass of left fields,
And a distance darling for rechkoju.
I heart gentle, enamoured
Has given to the car and consciousness,
Flowers grow in me underwater,
I to the world the bulletin of the world distant.
Stars from height fly,
And heart, rejoicing, is frightened,
As it is a lot of in noise of silence,
The star on a song responds.
MELANCHOLY
Evening dushen. Night is near.
You have become isolated and are silent...
As if flows - the river flows endlessly,
And around rustle, only calm.
Approach to a corner, where a twilight mild,
Table-square and open writing-book...
At a cricket notes are lingering, boring,
Also the maiden bed is tidy.
Bend in painful search
On patterns of the extended lines.
And in a tired, tender contact
Pour out feelings shy a stream.
Far - you hear - the bell calls
At inopportune and dangerous o'clock...
Gloom attracts, a gloom a dead dale,
He calls and called more than once...
You one. The bed grows white a cold.
Midnight is deeper. In clouds heavens.
Blood bangs in heart a booming hammer,
Also are not visible behind wood ravines...
IT IS A LOT OF MOTHERS
In the world big and high
It is a lot of roads and houses.
The sky - kolodez deep,
Mother will not understand my words.
Much go mothers,
Only strangers and by.
To us any will not open doors,
On hands with caress will not accept.
Beggars we go by the ground -
Whether mother we will meet in the broken off wood...
Everyone is stirred up, from a dust has gone blind,
Heart to mother I will inform.
In a city a holiday - houses and fires.
Children go also all ask love -
In the field we were one and one,
Mother though another's, us call!
Also white hands were stretched to us,
Full breasts wait with milk...
There were on roads we in a joyful flour -
Is and at thrown mater and the house.
Trees and stones have smiled to us,
Everyone is liked by mother and sister,
There were all of us, all steels with us,
As if in steppe at the big fire.
THE WORLD
We a thought of the world dark,
Inexpressible word.
At light not passed
We do not have a way of other.
The fire - installed burns,
From iskor in the sky hailstones.
The grass grows imperishable,
The deep garden blossoms.
The blind bird sings
And in a song sees light,
The wind in the field dreams it
And in the world of that is not present.
Live in an inaudible thought,
As instants, all the century long.
And pesneju without noise
The river falls.
THE DEAD
As the willow in the field grieves!
The wind as hoots!
To heart of the person painfully,
The person does not speak.
Darkness and rain, and infinity.
Also it is not visible stars...
Silently mrut over a coffin of a candle,
Dead a life will not excuse.
It lays broken off, secret
And is more deadly than the dead person,
He will wake up tomorrow early,
The candle will burn down by the morning.
Its look foggy is gentle,
And under a throat warmth,
Eyelids have trembled unintentionally
More silently a life beauty.
* * *
The sky above blue,
And at night the star dreamt me:
I as if the tsar and the robber,
And you are far and pure.
Over the world fires storm,
Over heart swords sparkle,
In my hand blows are hidden,
And the sun from a pain shouts...
* * *
The world is born by a smile of the person,
He the Universe nevestoju has named.
Death a hand enamoured rassekla,
Eternal staff the wanderer in a hand took.
The infinity is blown up by the sun in the morning,
The heavenly star has blossomed,
Also installed spacious grows,
More infinitely infinity always.
* * *
When I think, I hear music,
Sing far voices.
Also the sun to the blind prisoner shines,
And the song-thought does not have the end.
Over golovoju the chasm breathes,
It is incomprehensible and clear
The road left in uncertainty,
Where the spring is eternally shone.
The person of installed there is perfect,
It the beauty is deadly,
The star has fallen, flies and dies away -
Over it above height.
SECTION III
RUSSIA
Tends to fields singing
With mild weariness day,
Shades on ruts, krucham
To grasses have clung more closely.
There, behind a stopped edge,
Call to vespers in village.
The wanderer with an icon and a mug
Wanders on the abated earth.
Kind sleepy grandfathers
Hardly trudge on a ring,
Klichut in a window of the neighbour -
It is long dug.
Over clouds becomes blue
Bird timid - darkness,
The wind on leaves grows dumb,
Kuzma sleeps pastushonok.
EVENING ROADS
Stars sing over ocean in the evening,
Mater the Infinity is listened by one.
Month-wanderer has bent to the world,
And my soul is visible to it.
About, cool evening roads
And dyhane - my music...
The song in the field complains long,
Heavenly edges cry stars.
All words conceals smothering hidden,
There is no to it either breads, or a water.
Bend to me, washing liked,
To me not perenest neither songs, nor stars.
* * *
Low loziny,
Tumbled down wattle fence,
Lonely valleys,
Grey, boring day.
Dozed off plains,
Dusty bushes...
My lovely pictures.
Silent dreams.
I at a pure source
My youth,
At a running stream
Leaving days...
STEPPE
In merge of the sky with zemleju
Wavy dark blue chain.
Grows turbid before it pelenoju
The dead levelling steppe.
Silent winds grjadoju
Wave for volnoju roll,
Under them sand cheredoju
Run - and on grasses whistle.
Will not tremble faded listvoju
Bush at a hill slope
With obdutoj above chistotoju,
Where the darkness at night does not keep.
Disappears with rage gluhoju
In prickles rough zverok,
It a back povodit suhoju
And then for fear obmok.
Evening... And, as if sohoju,
The muzhik rattles at a cart...
The east pozadernulsja mgloju,
And the West - as ardent shout.
Freshens. Over calm stepnoju
In calm the star decays,
Also it is shone by it odnoju
Cold the sky water.
MARCH
Snow under the sun was kindled,
Pools has dismissed,
Sparrow, hurrying, opilsja,
The tail has presoaked.
From the thawed fences
Steam has smoked,
Hog who have become unproductive at winter,
As the rumpled sphere.
Dog, from blizzards osatanelyj,
Tells lies from what
Also has forgotten, that has died
Bough - its mother.
Flow with silent lopotanem
In chariots streamlets,
In the evening ranne-early
All roads are far.
* * *
Are thrilled in a hot spring perspiration
Arable lands, roads and wood-molodjak,
The sun high they pooshpareny,
Steels for a summer working workbench.
Whether Hosh, not hosh, and voditsej be wetted
In fierce winter the grown roots snow.
Suffer, do not suffer and pray, do not pray,
And it will be fast a tinkling sound of carts.
Strannichek divine, Foma, has trudged,
For the spring looking to wander across Russia,
Badikom with a nut the such has got,
That a finger in a mouth pososi.
At log huts, at wattle fences here and there poprosohlo.
Children mochoju there try a ground.
Whisper old women, - the cattle where has died,
As salt has risen in price from copeck for pound.
In the evening fresh rushes far
Vskrik or a voice of a bird what...
Month over wood will pass alone,
The sky the star river will get under way.
* * *
On the river of vespers fading
Silent water has become warmer.
In this hour last, dying
We will not die never.
We everywhere hear your call, your voice,
Silence and a dream your soul.
On hands at mother it is not breathed,
Irrevocably went mezha at night.
Light will be lighted, unknown and secret,
Over the woods, waiting and mute,
Beats a spring, live and beznachalnyj.
The wanderer went also a way searched home...
NIGHT
Meadow steletsja a smoke from a dry fire
In kurene the fisherman on a sandy bank.
The distance gets denser and stynet in silent fields,
In shine dead the river is cold and vostra.
Light from a heavenly crack has scattered sparks
Also has leant about the earth with death in eyes.
Spark of the fisherman in zavodine the deaf person
In the pieces of coal heats potatoes,
Also the person over the deserted river sits,
Having forgotten under midge singing...
Steam from the river on meadows was dragged by a grass,
Has swept in ravines a fog-wave.
The shepherd does not click a whip at village,
He has fallen asleep and snores in a prosmoked log hut...
In trembling of stars something is whispered aloud
Also plays beams in ognistoj to a carving.
The spicy spirit is spread in the Dream by the ground,
Unexpected vskrik - in a distance it is deaf.
Wood listvoju has drooped, a dead wood has become soft,
Forces sucks from vzoprevshej the earths.
It has stretched far green armjak,
Nakedness of motherhood itself having covered,
And clumsy roots deeply have left,
Making in passions a miracle of the world from stars...
Female quails by the morning pine in rzhah,
Fishes throw caviar at dawn in canes.
DAY
The sun in force, a shade kratchajut,
The shirt to a back sticks,
Grasses in languor a stalk wither,
Being fried on free fire.
Chilly and znojno, there is no place to take cover,
vihritsja a dust on sand,
It is empty, far, the wind streams
On last year's sheets.
In a haze yellow, in have got tired the heavy
Herd sheep pylit.
The whip adjusts behind on thighs,
Not getting - whistles.
In the ravine bottom, in a shade, a cool
The narrow suppurates a stream
Sheep have dropped, become wet in a joy
In a moisture of ice cold keys.
More pity also is more thin whines the orphan
Pipe in lips of the shepherd...
The wind - a puppy young jumps,
The distance field is deserted, deaf.
* * *
As poplars in silent nights,
Are motionless, harmonous a hemp...
Deeply for siloju-mochju
Trees roots have left.
In the earth last year's stalks
Decay, are scattered in ashes,
There hearts, living, pooslepli
And dvizhutsja in dark holes.
Under znojno the playing sun
Day is green, sluggish, burning.
The blade shivers a fibril,
And each lump is hardy...
Costs, pohililas izbenka,
The grandfather on hemp has reflected,
Chews and chews loshadenka,
Also the water-melon on sand dozes.
* * *
The sun burns down water-melons, zelenit cucumbers,
Has turned to itself all sunflowers a host.
Beans, as at the maid sostsy are still firm,
Just right only now to sparrows them to peck...
The sun calling, night in teplyni is clear goes
And toskoju calls on village.
Also you will pull a homespun coat, heart a pain will prick,
popleteshsja without a song, with soul bare...
On a village fence the squeal, hardly knocked down laughter,
Guys rush about with tender call.
Have released from chains ancient pradedsky a sin,
Cling to each other in desire new...
Month late will ascend, before a dawn,
Everything, smorivshis, will fall asleep - who where as.
The sky will be hitched up legkoju by a pale bark.
On road you will crush the dog skeleton.
The shepherd has far rung out on zhalejke,
At a well stonaet a tub,
zakadilsja rosoju prohladnoju a meadow,
The sun will burst slightly pogodja.
ON THE RIVER
Water rjabitsja easy spirit
On a turning green bank...
Breakages have disappeared chilly,
And clods of clay of young growth...
Under a wind the toad has jumped out,
About the damp has crackled sand,
It from ooze all izzjabla,
And svislo a belly, as a bag.
Hurries to slam a pad wet
Worm that is twisted between stones...
Pestreet a flock of clouds sorokoj,
Shine of the river under it, - darkens
Also it is noisy a rain polosoju
zapuzyrilsja on water,
Has sparkled ottochenoj kosoju
And gauging, a rainbow zardev.
AT THE CITY
The column cable hoots over a ditch.
The wind has begun to shake, has raised a howl in wires.
In heaps manure wanders shalavoj
Dog feral, with a skin in louses.
Bellows with rattle for hunger, an old age,
Smells decayed dog skeleton,
Licks it in unexpected pity:
Perhaps, it is the shchenochek-milksop.
Ditch nedaleche with snowdrifts of drop,
One thousand daws over it is turned.
Beaks at once rotten stuff have caught -
Corpse pomenelo in the world one.
Swallows, easy plumelets of the sky,
Turn wedding, peep shout,
Search for chickabiddies in bread air
And, choking, stones rush.
You will sit down on greens and you will throw up eyes...
Somewhere away the cart creaks.
plavitsja muddy lead clouds,
The dog emaciated cough rattles.
* * *
Not silently and not very much,
And so - slightly hurrying,
Rozvalni ache shaky,
Where went mezha in the summer.
Silently and pokojno
Runners scratch snow,
And heart was compressed painfully
Among pohilennyh marks.
Village behind hillocks
Looms a heap of huts,
Deep snow
Fields in a dream rustle.
* * *
The winter dawn is long
In a rural window.
The grandfather is good luck whispered
At lampadnom fire.
Snow at a wattle fence shines
On a forgotten barn,
Hens wait for a long time for day -
To rummage in grain.
All village in snow,
And the river under ice,
On the chilled meadow
The wind fire goes.
Centuries left,
Fields waited for spring...
But the track is far
To a green pine...
ROAD
Deaf wood road
And mossy korjazhistyj a stub...
Way the Godfather of the people mute,
Soul whose - cut kremen.
proselki in uzlistom spleteni
Were stretched round villages,
Where by fear it is forged terpene,
Slavish laziness is based,
Will be narrowed at arable lands in footpaths,
And - further bylinochki rumple,
Among villages poprizhmutsja to lozinkam,
From village fences directly run.
They accept fields and open spaces,
Where wanderers silently go,
Feet barefooted patterns
Verst behind verst on them weave.
sgorbjas under suharnoj sumoju,
Going songs sing
Also tinkle rusty kljukoju.
And songs for the sea call...
SONG
Mih. Bahmetevu
On green, on a glade,
In the middle streets,
Go Cut off, go Glani,
Ruddy chicken.
Kochetami Vjanki,
Stepki Act important,
And snub-nosed rozhoj tsopkoj
So it is sweet kazhnyj.
Strives a clumsy paw
To seize for sisku,
Has grinned the woman-woman
Ugly Mitka.
The red has pulled on an accordion,
Maids have howled in a voice,
Zastradali about Ermoshku.
Dews a high ear.
THIS WORLD
At road of edge is not present,
There is no house and the end.
We go on blue light,
We search pigeon egg.
The rivers all for us flow,
And woods go downwind following,
There far springs will merge,
We and this leave light.
The roof over fields thaws,
The wave escapes on meadows,
The sun drinks the earth, and the horse plays it,
Gold the grandfather a harrow.
My head under a cap is shone,
The paunch under a rye shirt swells.
Hands the mill has waved,
And and a wind not brjuzhzhit.
We have come on a slope ceased,
On a hot maiden breast.
After a harvest season to us brides are closer,
Evening they blood suck everyone.
Hands are thrown up also stars light up,
Breasts naked - two silent hills,
Kosari to light white promajutsja,
ponavaljat in soul of bread of a granary.
THE MUZHIK
Integral day I see tyn and burdocks,
Yes ravines, yes melancholy, yes sparrows.
Under a wattle fence cocks have stuck to hens,
Cries Mashka at neighbours, at svatev.
pohlebaesh to kvass with bread al potatoes you will chew,
You will break badik, you will cross from thoughts.
And care you will throw off - a song you will start singing,
From a kitchen garden in a supporting voice the godfather howls.
Soars an arable land, the wind rushes about one,
zanevestilas a strip-strip.
My winter long wedge turns green,
Also dark blue woods have blinked.
ATTRACTING WITH USMANI
Milk breasts are full
At ruddy mother,
Zagolennaja a hand
Stelet to the visitor of a cloth.
Both looks, and does not look,
As if grins -
Say, heart does not lay
To me with you to be barked.
In a cradle toils Vanjatka
From bad to an eye,
With Rozhestva, from a Christmas-tide,
Has not had a sleep also to hour.
The misfortune has pulled hard,
As without the muzhik!
Life of one - not a life, and passion,
As without the god a hut.
To whom I am similar!
ssohlas with toskovanja,
And was nice,
Where you, darling Vanja!
People, people, come,
Or there is no on you a cross,
Soul laskoju appease,
More close to an asterisk a star.
We leave to grooms cheerful,
Spletem hardly plaits,
That heart beat a ring,
That dews were shone.
WOOD GOVORUSHKA
I will leave in a new sundress
I for barns vvecheru,
I will hide behind a glade,
I will not return to a court yard.
Will light up over rekoju
The star is high, light,
I was born, the nobility, takoju
Bird - from the bird's nest.
Will abate, will abate and will stop
Voice everyone on village.
On dew I will go, I will become wet,
The song will flash more cheerfully.
Will not visit for the morning,
Where I was liked one.
Left uphill abruptly,
Got in the bottom sky.
Mum, mamushka native,
You remember about me,
Govorushka I wood
On a rotten snake stub.
MOTHER
Hands warm to the sky,
To the sky the earth lasts.
The willow looks and breathes in the field,
She a star since morning waited.
And stars drip tears
On a breast opened the earths
Also look silent eyes,
Where roads all have left.
Also the thought dreams, thought,
Dyhanju to everyone one.
Woods are muttered without noise,
The silence will not see enough.
The Earth looks, feels,
Sleepless native to rumple,
Till the morning white will not be
The child it to suck a breast.
THE BOY
At evening summer, silent and grieving,
Stars from the sky speak to grasses.
The small house has disappeared and has grown with gardens,
And in a window the star is grown white.
The Top in repjah under burdocks sleeps,
Heart human at it in a dream,
And in a dream the river stars leave,
And the earth without edge and roads.
At night everyone from itself(himself) leaves,
Understands, and by the morning is silent.
In the field the breast worries and breathes,
People have risen and look.
Mother to light white swung
The boy in a trough on a floor.
The small house is shone by a roof under the sky,
The boy toils, hands speaks.
Dreams bear it far,
Smile and on hands take.
Other breast to suck mother gave,
Many hands are stretched and wait.
He does not know, will tell to nobody,
Why also at night so it is light,
Why in a dream he speaks and likes,
And in the afternoon mute also hates.
In the midday when the field burnt out,
The boy was swept up and has opened eyes.
Mother pines for a long time at job,
Hardly zmeitsja time, long before hooter...
Again whispers evening, silent and sad,
Silver strings in heavens sing.
The pillow has pulled hard on the person of the child,
The down the hot burns spirit in a mouth.
At a door the Top zaskrebsja,
Flies ache more silently, behind a window a fence.
There was at neighbours on a porch a bride
And one has started singing.
Lasts the thin thread is not torn,
The drop beats on a drop, and centuries are full...
The boy fades, has a dream last,
As if mother leaves, will not come any more.
Endlessly fences, dark roads,
Above it is spacious, it is silent and it is light.
Mother on a stone has sat down, hands has stretched
And one sings.
The boy has died. White, it was shone at night,
Not in a trough it one has fallen asleep.
Stars looked at it in a window,
To light of a fly have stuck round all stomach.
HOME
In the morning the grass wakes up,
Breathe, sparrows rustle.
You will not meet the person
Here under a dawn canopy.
Debts of road from a stone,
Underfoot sand is hot,
The eye at a star is closed,
The sun a hand lasts.
This field and roads,
This stonajushchy day,
Presses close to you and grieves
Terrestrial empty soul.
You think. You see far,
There is nobody on a way -
Strannitsa by the god it is bent,
Village, straw, wattle fences.
Here I liked and was born,
The brother dragged on hands,
The Earth big has seen,
Was afraid, my mother will die
Summer days smile,
The rivers flow in silver,
In the field sand lights up,
Mother dotemna will not come.
The brother a burden, I console,
Post to it minet year,
He likes, looks, laughs,
Thinks, I to it mother.
By the evening day fell
In a darkness of concealed woods,
At night dew there bathed,
In the morning the child looked.
In the field we played with the brother,
City moulded in sand.
Senja has risen on legs,
With fear to blink has ceased...
At home all he felt chilly and pressed close,
In the evening is did not want,
Penoju has begun to cough in the morning,
The down a stomach also became blue.
Mother has not gone on job,
On hands Senju took.
It has opened eyes and did not see,
The veil laid down on them,
At midday has fallen asleep and in a dream has laughed,
Hands caught and groaned....
Day has thundered and on wood has fallen,
Went, the river left.
Verse at night Senja,
In a mouth took my finger,
Eyes looked, and dozed.
Both day everything, and night all another looked and dozed.
Morning has come. Hardly there was a day.
Senja has woken up also hands has lifted.
Eyes has led far, as blind,
As if has left and has forgotten to look back...
The sun on the sky one floats,
The wanderer who has lagged behind in steppe,
Goes and searches for road-way.
The earth cries with it together.
She gives birth, buries and likes,
At the sun looks every day.
Tombs, fields, both wattle fences, and villages,
And the death and lives is not present the end.
When we will reach the house
And in him till the morning we will have a rest.
Let's converge, we will see died,
Forgotten, far we will return.
When this death together with a life
Sozhgem in a hole of grief,
Also we will rise from straw detjami
At mother in the house native!
THE WANDERER
In the road world far,
Field and silent mother,
Dark nights deep,
Together we, there is nobody to wait.
To the wanderer at midnight you will open,
The friend forgotten will enter.
Secret thought you will not hide,
The wanderer will see, will understand.
The sky is high and silent,
Stars are light centuries.
In the field neither a wind, nor shout,
Lonely vetly.
We leave with last zvezdoju
Dedovu for the truth to search...
Centuries cheredoju leave,
And to us and grasses not to understand.
FAIRY TALE
Volga, waters blue,
Bottom - silver sand,
Boats veselnye wings,
Over a fire in steppe a smoke.
With an early thought secret
The boy waited here for the ships...
The wind scratches water foam,
Oars wave more cheerfully.
It dream the boy on a bench
The dreams, one that it is more terrible:
The athlete in an iron cap
The step puts in hundred sazhens.
Also bears in hands a tsarevna,
Than our maids is ruddier,
Docher the god, the princess,
The eye is more light steppe fires.
Volga by the night will silently lay down,
Will hoot but the earth,
All roads the star will tell,
Also will be whispered weeding.
The boy will become engaged to a thought,
All learns and will understand:
The athlete with a tsarevna dreams,
Volga sings in the evening.
Years, birds from steppe,
Will come to see and will depart.
Easier lives are not present a chain,
People like and are silent.
The boy has grown in the ataman,
Has burnt village, mother-father
Also has left by boats early
At the earth to search the end.
Cap with golovoju has thrown off,
Itself has leant against an oar,
And a tsarevna in the sea has thrown, -
Without it in a shower it is light.
ROAD IN THE MORNING
The road has laid down far in the morning,
Road in the morning without edges.
The river does not breathe, the river is deep
Under kurenjami at fishermen.
Sing ears and niknut fields,
Has lighted in the sky a fire the shepherd,
And wood waves a green mane
In the field of ripe rye krajuh.
I search for the bride, and it is not present,
I have forgotten its log hut.
Has risen early - to light,
With sumoju poor on a hump.
POEMS,
NOT ENTERED B THE COLLECTION "BLUE DEPTH"
TRAIN
It is twisted, twisted, twisted
Way a steel snake -
Counter wood laughs
Druzhnoju a family.
Knock, wheels run
On rails chrez mostok
Faster the car has rushed,
The whistle was heard.
Flows, flows, flows
Groan of a breast steel
Also it is sonorously distributed
Pesneju the native...
OVER MOUNTAINS
Heavens clear
Clouds ran,
Looks got tired
Rest searched...
Have slightly hidden
At top wild,
Wings were closed
Over igloju-pikoj...
And, having sighed it is a little,
On a transparent blue
Again in a way-road,
In kolyhane lines.
LAST DAY
Leave on plates ringing, shivering under step
The confident, firmly calculated march!
At machine tools, at motors, vagranok with kipjashcheju copper
Agree spokojnoju, kratkoju, jasnoju with speech of work,
And then - merge in an instant uniform
All will, effort, power trembling a life zheleznoju veins
Also strike on valves and regulators,
Howling siloju dark persistent fire -
Strike - a wave one thousand hands,
In one thousand hands, as one!
In one thousand fingers in callosities and wounds -
Signs on mute resistance of metal and flame of forges...
Rukoju for a hand in handshake - an appeal brotherly
Undertake, go all chain, a link behind a link,
Break gate - and ocean furious
Be stretched by waves with krovavoju foam,
Wash down with a stream, strike pribojnoj strueju -
The world decreasing in force, the earth covered with purulent corpses,
Blednoju, toshcheju the blood, hardly living,
Also rise a column, steel, calcinated,
Under the sky, under stars!
Also light under the sun,
That the sun has gone out,
Torch from the merged sparks from blows,
Blows rhythmical and imperious
Our desires which have been poured in in one...
We are a truth future,
The earth truth, under which
All secrets of heavens will fail...
About, we will crush, we will blow up dynamite,
Into sand we will transform this world!
Also we will dictate to comets and the enormous far worlds
Will of cars,
The truth of burning hearts.
Leave on plates ringing, shivering under step
The confident, firmly calculated march...
* * *
The world darling, I will not throw you.
I will not forget silence of your roads.
For you the live heart I will take out
I will grow fond, that could not like.
Again the silent downpour of a song flows
And again I cry from a star,
To itself still I neizvestnej,
To me anybody has not shined a way.
Wind warm, as palms of mum,
Goes silently on a grass,
The blue clings to me lips,
I will not die on the earth for ever.
The song of songs, you is sung by nobody,
Because I do not hear a grass.
The person in the field will not answer me,
There is nobody on life me to bless.
LUNAR RUMBLE
Iron trembling of an electric century,
Song elektronov, a lunar rumble,
Ringing groan of the broken off molecules, -
Universal fight soprotivlenju and to fire.
Light heated my consciousness
Eyes has lighted at slepnushchej stars,
I have heard in the world deep breath,
Underground movement of water.
Cheerful white delirium of gardens spring,
Far star ring and lunar rumble -
The singer I, the wanderer and the groom of installed,
For a kiss to it I have bent a neck.
* * *
We on ropes prem lokomobil
To platforms red stations.
Cylinders in three hundred horsepowers
Have rusted on skrepah with flanges.
For a long time does not twist an axis a crank
And gauging, having run up, a flywheel.
Pipes top - a wire mushroom -
Has rotted through from a smoke, has sideways hung.
We drag sazhen-two, minute it is had a rest,
And again we crash, feet we scratch the earth,
Plechmi the brother the brother we adjoin more close.
In sweat and rattle uzkoju prolazim a crack.
Rope rasseksja from efforts amicable
And hlobysnul on a physiognomy someone's lean -
The flight of children dosuzhnyh was threw separately
....................................................................
Have recovered and have dragged from songs,
To mummy having presented matjuk.
Last step - and force it became close,
Creaks, the hook is unsteady on an axis...
SHabash - delivered!.
dvugrivennyj and a hundred part,
Yes a cucumber, in a pot razbrjuhshy from a brine.
Be fed, breathe, promachivajsja, a drink,
And a small loaf chew torments vkusnejshego razmola.
* * *
Cutter of epoch and hammer of times
The nature is pressed, modeled,
Sand of centuries brings traces of tribes
Anybody in Destiny does not blow up gate.
Melancholy of deserts and silence of soul
The world guards road of stars and a way of destiny,
And the person with itself has betrothed uncertainty
Also thirsts for infinity of my embraces and struggle.
Breath of a star and wandering wind,
And the sun passionate, roaring in the sky,
We in the world have come to end a this world,
To break the Universe a terrible mould.
The thought will burst in accident in the world,
Mute and anonymous there will be a person,
The blow of the car heavy and severe
Destinies an iron skull half-and-half rassek.
VERSES ON THE HUMAN ESSENCE
The paunch edoju - is infected
Strictly and nespesha,
The gone navel shines chistotoju:
All skin has gone to job.
Meal, the brother, enormous business,
Russian cabbage soup the person is great,
Eat, that the soul has not rotted,
Burst, choke, a stomach crow!
There will be you in glory and honour,
If a cheekbone you will use up,
You will disappear, as a nit, without a message,
If this planet you will not gobble up.
Ah if to us yes kaby
Hleby to bake from star grains, -
Would suffice, and that aby-aby,
Yes the paunch itself would drive moonshine.
To lay down, for example, to be sent,
Not to understand, and to snuffle
opomnjasja, silently to get drunk
And atmosphere air to fly.
HEAVENLY AIRCRAFT
The Earth itself - a balloon
On a solar cord,
Inside gas and heat bubbles
In granite packing.
Flies - on the sun draws a shade -
It is not audible and does not breathe,
And cargo of spaces and villages
Bears and not kolyshet.
Also howls, howls and oppresses
The car of gravitation,
But prochen the cable steel - will not tear off
And speed is not faster than time.
* * *
Inventors!
Gromily the world,
Workers of miracles and travellers of deserts!
What mother furious force has overfed,
You, the deserted, lonely son!
You see: not protoptana the earth
And oceans in darkness rattle,
Hope of a secret star amuse
And the spirit soprotivlenju the world is glad.
The body and blood grows stronger is dense,
The hot brain gnashes thought,
Spaces deserted height
Conceals love of colours and grief of night roads
What heart will contain a life?
What thought will remove from star watch?
Extreme cases - to live,
The inventor anonymous and hidden.
The ugly creature lives also the woman has.
But it is held down smertnoju sudboju,
Who to seize the world will dare -
The inventor - the world robber.
BY THE SHIP
The god silent, the Satan underground
Someone the Third, - you forerunners of our glory.
The watchman Time, in eternity permanent,
Guards the poisoned grasses.
Death, desert, novel secret,
Voice spiteful and the gone blind melancholy
Everything, that is, madly and casually,
Upwards from a bottom the flying river.
The world is born by a smile of the person,
He the Universe nevestoju has named.
Death a hand enamoured rassekla,
Any sleepy, any dead has risen.
The infinity from below is blown up by the sun,
The heavenly star has blossomed,
Also installed spacious grows
More infinitely infinity always.
The world - a fire and joyful destruction,
We are sailors on a burning down vessel,
In death who of immortality did not see,
That ice-covered in a shroud at the bottom.
We have drilled uncertainty brains,
Millions trample the earth,
We have measured eternity by hours,
The ocean rushes by the ship.
I
The world is born by a smile of the person,
He the Universe nevestoju has named.
Death a hand enamoured rassekla,
Eternal staff the wanderer in a hand took.
The infinity is blown up by the sun in the morning,
The heavenly star has blossomed,
Also installed spacious grows,
More infinitely infinity always.
In the heavenly world there is no word,
The star and life are inexpressible,
And my song always is silent,
And heart with heart breathe by.
II
The sky above the blue.
And at night the star dreamt me:
I as if the tsar and the robber,
And you are far and pure.
Over the world fires storm,
Over heart swords sparkle,
In my hand blows are hidden,
And heart from a pain shouts...
The wanderer of a way blue -
Heart, you sing and you grow dumb...
There is no for a song to me a word,
I give, nothing having.
