The Universe of
the Universe - a kernel, the river, a scope,
Light - the ocean, and vol a bedding. your quite difficult corridor - whether
It will lead
I to a knowledge shred?
Uniform pulse of the Universe we cannot learn
Itself - krokhotka, slightly bitter tastes.
We should reconcile and sob, to Experience
from delight to a grustinka.
Universe! it is very much contained by
In the short shining word.
But the main thing - in any of us
grain Is seeded from a spherical basis.
From vanity the created world -
Itself fighting against it - I cannot accept.
the World is high has to be as air.
* * *
the White stone blossoms,
the Lilac blazes around.
the Chapel - she lives
Such in memory - the Circle of this memory is hard
the Temple was built, the altar
was Attached - well, all
Be enclosed in a prayer as in old time
the Stone - as Cover
On Nerli this temple.
You to comprehend words.
the Temple - from it goes
Shine, I feel.
I in soul grows ripe a fruit
of Understanding of life.
* * * the Past is similar
to the future -
Because in that and in that is hidden real - what essence of it understand
the Reality moving reaches
For heart threads of temptations. Life under the sun is ruled
. You clap doors. you Clap
doors - but for the sake of an exit
Under shine of the sun - it will be drunk by
Darkness that was experienced by you.
secret concludes Time terrible,
A what - better and do not ask:
Will be distorted - from - your lines.
* * *
a television tower Spike into a grayish background
As though will be moved - it seems disturbing,
Though disturbing it
In fact can be hardly as careless.
the Spike is gray too. But it differently is gray,
Than the winter sky in stains of lungs.
Light is sowed - as though splashes of spheres, do not know
which, never there was.
ROME AND VARVARA
of Rome violet meat -
of Barbarians iron substance -
Rough flows as a lava weight, Destroys by
Rome a being.
Oh, a convergence of two is always fraught,
I as zero, blackens result.
Because is rich in energy with
The fact that pryot on you. hell will be
the Past goes to the soil of death, Promising
do not dare to Deny the future you -
the Roman perishing you … with
the POET AND the GUN
Poet and the gun - the subject is rich.
Was shot Pushkin. The gun is fraught.
Was shot Lermontov - sting system?
I who is guilty of that system?
Poet and gun. The mourning flickers, Mayakovsky a browning takes
of the Shower is more gloomy than it, nezhl the Tower,
Not the shot - so the future will kill.
the Poet and the gun - as darkness and light.
As shoe-polish of death is black the gun.
* * *
Life - a test form, at the same time
a sentence Delay. On autumn
On a cemetery otjedinyon absolutely
From a reality - as if you dream in the afternoon the last.
Descends from the sky golden color,
the Amber foliage in reply flickers.
You understood life? I answer - no. be not afraid of
- nobody understands.