A Master Took A Cold Stone In A Hands By Vasily Bargachan Poem by Yuri Starostin

A Master Took A Cold Stone In A Hands By Vasily Bargachan



A master took a cold stone in a hands,
Turned it this way and that way, not once,
And then he outlined the verge by the cutter
And so a diamond is warmed.

Seen an inquiring man understood
A soul of a stone -
Do applied a works,
A stone was played in his hand,
Exactly a ray of a light in a drop of a water.
Nothing, like, is not happened,
But the craftsman saw without a breathing,
As a ray by a spring sun
A stone risen soul is.
1990

Saturday, December 14, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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