Vasyl Makhno Poems

After my third beer,
smoke rings all around
a long-haired sculptor,
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Every rainbow drinks water - and fish fly in the wind.
Deep oceans of the world - black hole - dust of thought -
fish slip from our hands - in return for five loaves of breads,
in return for a sorrowful glance pale as a bleached sail.
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For Ivan Drach

Like a heavy door - you close the Millennium
the snow of the past flies after us
like stones. And only the hills and the foxes
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this local landscape - like a hawk -
in gray gloom; a diary of words
composed by the alphabet of language; the rest:
making coffee - jotting down expenses
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For Vitalii Haida

Saint-John Perse's Ocean is the intention of dark lines
which have woven together into a hieroglyph of the name
of the river that flows into the pit of loneliness
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the snow will arrive like a fox in a dream
white itself and the fox white
- and a fish in grain -
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