Julia, you are godlike.
You are easy to go.
You inspire me always
at wor, in metro, at home.
Poems exceed the limits.
that's why they are so good.
they will show our inner side
and high light of a soul.
And if you have been asking -
it means you are in need,
to the sea bays are running,
my words - into your ears.
We'll forget all conventions,
will not hear the voice
of all people's inventions
they will not read these poems.
They will be never published,
and nothing sad in it.
They made us so happy
when we create and read!
Poems are our children,
common as the whole soul.
We are one inflorescence
above pencil's outfall.
In the sun and bad years -
always we were together,
now - the manifistation
of memory - on the table.
And the threads flow out,
threads of life, merging us,
and we cannot untie them
and can't distract our eyes.
All this is so serious,
simply - we'll understand
air of special spheres,
only for both of us.
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Юлия, ты - божественна!
мне с тобой так легко!
Ты всегда -мое вдохновение
на работе, дома, в метро.
Стихи выходят за рамки,
тем они - хороши.
они нам покажут изнанку
и высший свет души.
Если ты попросила -
значит, тебе нужны.
в море текут - заливы.
в уши - слова мои.
Забудем про все условности,
что люди изобрели.
мы не услышим их голоса,
они не прочтут стихи.
Их не ждет публикация.
не о чем тут грустить.
Мы ведь были так счастливы
их читать и творить.
Стихи - это наши дети,
общие, как душа.
Мы - как одно соцветье
в устье карандаша.
В солнце и в лихолетье
мы ведь были вдвоем.
И теперь проявленье
памяти - над столом.
И вытекают нити
жизни, сплетая нас,
и нам не развязать их,
не отвести глаз.
Все это так серьезно,
просто - лишь мы поймем
сферы особой воздух
только для нас вдвоем!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I believe this is the longest poem I've read by you but in a special sense it is a short poem because it compresses two lifetimes of being - yours and Julia's - into one declaration of love. It doesn't argue, or explain, or dissect, or rationalize. It merely assets, fully confident one voice speaks for two people, two lives have already merged into one existence, the present will have its future. And the words themselve express what is meant by the phrase - Fait accompli - something already achieved. What a spark of delight this poem ignites in the reader! It has to be read outloud to be fully appreciated. This is the type of poem Shelley called THE ELECTRIC LIFE! (This is a poem I'd like to hear/see you read. Remembver the Blok reading we atttend in ACROSS TIME? You can read this right after he finishes! !)