By The Order Of A Brush Poem by viacheslav kupriyanov

By The Order Of A Brush

By the order of a brush
I draw you
life size
standing
behind the darkness
of horizons.
The vacuum
between as
is sculpted
by the gravity of our lips:
a word is crated,
a word
uniquely necessary
which can be pronounced
only by two.

Translated from Russian by Ivan Burkin

Wednesday, July 24, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: standing
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