Northumberland Poem by Andrew Biketov

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Abroad long ago young growths moss,
Asters and waists are straightened, looking to the east.
And eighth wonder of the world monetary hill
In widths where the lilac spins psalms,
The messenger - a baby bird lays down production and a beak,
Shepherds inquire clemencies.
The stack will get curly tops quietly -
It is bright both and other of herd.
It for some reason god,
It is ridiculous, sentimental, but god.
Will get in brief, without having asked -
Pier, itself understand, to anybody!
Of daily logs just right to make stacks -
Same, whether but so and others?
And you will make - whether a pitchfork still will be thrust?
Fever on hollow valleys of cheeks.
Train from Stafford to the carriage put -
With spots, motley and skewbald, sweated, without a bearing,
That dew sweat just about from tension,
The native of someone's spent earth
In traces, a mobile framework and a bit.
Also there is a train,
Also the train hoots,
Showing speed,
Step approximating hips
Whether under a minuet, under a boogie-woogie.

Cashmeres of an acanthus become slightly more dense,
The basil, mint, thistle shiver.
Today according to 'Times' the bargaining is declared -
Meeting of club of five seas, seven rags,
Metastases of shadows,
Fair of a thick woolen cloth, hemp and oil.
Asters and waists are straightened, incorporating the East,
Having chosen the East, having embodied delight
To silence, before inaudible whisper.
Question solved -
Meeting will take place.
Among invited Poles, the Austrians,
The destroyed kings
With clusters of braids, regalia,
With powers and awards
The fossilized earth.

The voice is nasally planted
The bittern that has got up on,
Hardly signal: -
"Misters, I invite! Misters, I invite! "
Years, from fennel are opened.
Hour is transferred to palpation of pulsars,
On a coriander stalk, vanilla note,
Oxymoron leaf,
Duckweed of the soured bog.
Well, and leaves a little nasally,
Charleston brought-down feet,
Both boots, and feet.
Through penetrates
Fitted frock coats and cuffs
North, plains wind.

But it hardly began,
Feelings are naked extremely.
Turn,
Half-turn to the right.
Verified bow,
Exactly so, don't delay.
The white play pawns.
Dims eyes, dims a Celtic suit,
Dims yard.
According to the protocol on a paradigm with gifts
Children - fathers of magicians,
Excellent representatives
Leagues of outstanding gentlemen.

Winston Churchill irons swum-away stomach,
Smokes a cigar before a far distance,
Combs a lock.
Its trousers are similar to the resolved question,
Valves to a throat of edges, to an excess
Are full millet, are filled by millet -
Hunger of war of the forty third
Lays down in a pocket, presses.
The cane butts in before the owner
Peace stub, September stub
Arcades filed under a basis
Begging disabled people.
It is not visible,
It is not so visible the rivers,
Suburbs in lowland and the beacons which are noting
Honey of the Christmas.
Dozing moorings
Rumble long about a rust of the ships,
About dispersal in sea knots, number of tons and equipment
Three hundred years, eight hundred twenty years.
Their surface is moldy continents,
Marks of sides rusted,
Particles of the most precious mines,
Will merge the births, a weight particle
Planet which have hardly come off an umbilical cord.

P.S.Dear visitors of a site, dear poets! I ask to forgive me bad knowledge of English when translating. My main language is Russian, and I started to study not so long ago English. If someone when reading can point to mistakes when writing, I will be very grateful.

Yours faithfully author