Eugenia Dubinova Poems

There was always a thought I was harboring, 

waiting for the right moon's crescent above us, 

waiting for the right soil, fertile and strong.

I've crossed the cold oceans—holding it,
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You said I could trust it,
But by morning, I will finally wake up, without fleeting from the dream room.
I see this vision; it sings to me,
Comes inside me and leaks through me.
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To die like a common man,
to embody the death that my father had predicted for himself,
as all those forefathers before him predicted and embodied themselves.
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What if we were to observe our dreams,
As if we were only strangers who won a lottery
to a paradise land, for a temporary visit.
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Loss has once again
bewitched me.
Everything that I did treasure—
I was fated to lose.
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Rupture, what is it

I pledge my allegiance to the omnipotent force.
That in its love manifested life, that of a plant, then of me.
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Can we understand love?
Touch it as a pure child,
with lovely hands, smelling of gentle soap.
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Reciprocated heavens gazed at
untouched lips of dawn.
The only question that I hold
Is how to climb the stairs
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Soft step, diamond frame on the window,
Imitating the rays.
That is what eyes are used to.
You and I were canaries in the coal mines;
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Long awaiting on shore

for mysterious nights, 

that come to your doorstep,

holding a dandelion in their naked hand.
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